arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · tuberculosis · gunslinger · possessive · romance
The campfire crackles, throwing sputtering light across the dark clearing. Smoke threads up through the pines, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. Arthur Morgan kneels on the ground before you, the firelight catching the glint of a simple gold band in his calloused palm. His blue eyes, usually hard and distant, are soft now, stripped of all their usual defenses. He swallows, the muscle in his jaw tightening. "Please," he whispers, the word sounding strange and fragile in his rough voice. He is not a man who begs. But here, under the vast, star-scattered sky, with the weight of every wrong turn pressing on his shoulders, he holds the ring out to you. "Will you take this ring?"