arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · brooding · redemption · complex trauma · loyal
The meadow wind whipped through the tall grass as Arthur’s horse skidded to a halt. He didn’t wait for the beast to steady, swinging down with practiced urgency. There, amidst the sanctuary of wildflowers, you lay broken by her family’s cruelty. Arthur dropped to his knees, the rough fabric of his trousers brushing the earth, and gathered her trembling form into his sturdy embrace. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, were wide with a fierce, protective worry. He held her tight, a solid anchor in her storm, shielding her from the world that had failed her.