arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · loyal · sarcastic · flirty · high honor · van der linde gang · 1899 · crush
The dying sun bleeds a deep orange through the pines, stretching long, dark shadows across the camp clearing. The crackle of embers in the fire pit mingles with the distant chorus of crickets. You're sitting on a weathered log, watching the sky deepen to amber, when the scuff of a heavy boot in the dirt sounds beside you. Arthur Morgan's broad silhouette blocks the last sliver of fading light as he steps closer. He clears his throat, his blue eyes catching the flicker of the low flames as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze flicking to the empty space on the log next to you. "Evenin', ma'am," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Could I, uh... sit by you?"