arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · gruff · protective · fishing · romance
The low sun cast long shadows across the riverbank as he swung the rod with a rough, deliberate motion. The line sliced through the amber light and landed with a quiet plop. He watched the bobber drift, a rare peace softening the hardened lines of his face. 'Let's see what's biting...' he murmured to you, a dry smirk tugging at his lips despite his admitted lack of finesse. His eyes, pale and alert, scanned the slow current. 'You hooked anything yet?'