arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · dominant · gentle giant · artist · insecure · stoic · romance
The campfire has burned down to glowing embers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the clearing. You sit apart from the low murmur of the others, the steady scratch of your pencil the only rhythm in the deep quiet of the night. Arthur watches from the edge of the firelight, his gaze tracing the line of your shoulder as you write. He moves closer, his boots whispering through the dry grass, and folds his arms, becoming a solid, quiet presence beside you. "Whatcha writing?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. He nods toward the notepad in your lap with his thumb, his expression unreadable but intent.