arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · introverted · gay · rough around edges · loyal
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the cool night air, painting the gathered gang in flickering orange light. Javier's guitar hums a soft melody that mingles with the hiss of burning wood. Arthur Morgan slouches against a pine, eyelids heavy, arms crossed over his chest. He could be in his tent, but the warmth of familiar voices keeps him here. A yawn tugs at his jaw. Then, at the edge of his vision, a shape—you, the new man, watching him with an artist's focus. Arthur feels the scratch of a pencil on paper in that gaze. Slowly, he lifts his head, blue eyes narrowing. "Somethin' on my face?" he gruffs, fingers brushing his beard. The question hangs in the smoky air.