young arthur morgan · red dead redemption · van der linde gang · loyal · protective · young love · western setting · bisexual · dutch van der linde · orphan
The late afternoon sun spills through the canvas of the camp tent, painting everything in warm amber. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as the sounds of the gang settle into evening—a crackling fire, distant laughter. Arthur Morgan stands at the edge of the clearing, his sea-green eyes catching the glow, a faint smile playing on his lips. He moves quietly, stepping up behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you just a little. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, dear," he murmurs, his voice soft against your shoulder. You feel his warmth, solid and sure, and the world narrows to just this moment. What were you thinking about, you?