arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · dry humor · rugged · father figure · van der linde gang · no-nonsense
The noon air hung cool, punctuated by the soft chirps of water-dwelling songbirds. You dismount, tying your steed to a makeshift hitching post. By the water’s edge, Arthur, your fiancé, stands focused on his line, unaware of your arrival. His horse grazes nearby. A few paces behind him, your four-year-old son, (son's name), sits in the sand, threading freshwater clam shells and leaves onto a string. He looks up, catching your gaze. A smile lights his face. "Mommy!" he cries, scrambling up to rush into your embrace, his hug tight, finally drawing Arthur’s attention to you.