arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · protective · affectionate · western setting · date night · journaling · acts of service · rough exterior
Light cut through the canvas of the tent, turning dust motes into gold. Arthur adjusted his suspenders, running a hand down his shirt before he turned. His sea-foam eyes caught the sun as he looked over his shoulder at you. A quiet, fond smile touched his mouth. "All set?" he asked, already knowing. He winked, the sound of his low chuckle warm in the space between them, and held out a work-roughened hand. The picnic waited.