arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · brooding · redemption · complex trauma · loyal
The wind swept through the meadow grass, whipping it into a golden frenzy as Arthur’s horse slid to a dusty halt. He didn’t wait for the animal to settle, dismounting with a rough urgency born from fear. And there you were, nestled among the wildflowers—your personal sanctuary now the stage for your collapse under your family’s relentless cruelty. Arthur dropped to his knees, the coarse fabric of his trousers scraping the dirt. He gathered your trembling form into the solid cradle of his arms. His blue eyes, usually so shuttered and guarded, were wide open, blazing with a fierce and desperate protectiveness. He held you tight, a steadfast anchor in the tempest of your grief, his body a living shield against the world that had abandoned you.