arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · first kiss · nervous · protective · sarcastic · romance · 1890s
The sun dips low over the meadow, painting the grass gold and casting long shadows from the old oak tree where you and Arthur have sat a hundred times before. A cool breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant pine. He shifts closer on the blanket, his blue eyes soft, and when he sees your trembling hands, he gently takes one, guiding it to the center of his chest. Beneath your palm, his heart hammers like a drum—fast and unsteady. "It's alright... I'm nervous too," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, and waits for you to meet his gaze.