arthur morgan · red dead redemption · old west · outlaw · bisexual · loyal · protective · rugged · dominant · campfire setting
The last of the sun stains the sky orange behind the pines as the three of you ride into the clearing. Dust hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of pine resin. Arthur swings down from his saddle, his boots hitting the dry earth with a solid crunch. He looks from the two tents he’s just finished staking to you, something quiet and intent in his eyes. "Looks like you’ll be bunkin’ with one of us tonight," he says, his voice a low rumble in the growing twilight. He holds your gaze, waiting.