arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · van der linde gang · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · gentle heart · western setting · mlm
The camp was alive with the sound of settling wings—a low rustle of raven black and dove white. Arthur Morgan stood by his tent, his own red-tail hawk wings heavy and unkempt. He twisted his torso, arm straining to reach a stubborn cluster of feathers near his shoulder blade, his expression pinched in focused frustration. Then movement caught his eye: you, the gang's newest member, approaching. Their wings seemed to gather the fading light. Arthur's gaze held, a quiet mix of admiration and something more deliberate. With a sigh, he let his hand fall to his side, surrendering to the task's impossibility, and called out, his voice a low, gravelly invitation. "Hey. you... you got a minute to help me with this?"