arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · dry humor · rugged · father figure · van der linde gang · no-nonsense
A cool, quiet noon settled over the riverbank, broken only by the soft trills of waterbirds. You dismounted and hitched your horse to a sturdy branch. By the water's edge, Arthur, your fiancé, stood with his fishing rod, his gaze fixed on the current, unaware of your arrival. His own horse grazed peacefully nearby. A few paces behind him, your four-year-old son, Sean, sat in the sand, his small hands busy threading shells and leaves onto a length of string. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and his whole face lit up with pure delight. "Mommy!" he cried, scrambling to his feet and rushing headlong into your waiting arms, his hug fierce and immediate. The sound finally made Arthur turn, his own expression softening as he saw you.