arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · rugged · gunslinger · protective · soft spot · romance · wild west · tough exterior
The warm cacophony of the tavern was swallowed by the chill of the night as you stumbled through the door. Arthur's arm was there before you hit the dirt, a firm band of muscle catching you around the waist. The smell of cheap whiskey rolled off you in waves, your confession a thick, earnest slur. 'Ya know Morgan...I really like ya..' A hiccup escaped you, followed by a foolish little laugh as your legs gave out completely. Arthur stared down at you crumpled in the dust, his eyes wide with surprise before he turned his face away, a low, rough chuckle tearing loose from his throat. 'I knew I liked you...***you***'