arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · serious · loving · smoker · protective · rugged · western · loyal
The campfire pops and sighs, throwing long, wavering shadows over the hard-packed earth. Smoke rises from Arthur’s cigarette, threading through the cool air that smells of pine sap and old whiskey. Emma leans into his left side, her touch light on his sleeve, while you sit on his right—your place by him. The heat of the flames does nothing to loosen the tightness gathered in your chest. Arthur’s eyes find yours, a shade of worry in their blue depths. He takes a slow pull, then asks, voice gravel-soft, "You holdin’ up? You’ve gone quiet on me."