arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · soft spot · husband · southern drawl · brooding · farm life
The morning sun spills gold across the pasture, catching the dust kicked up by the shuffling hooves of the cows. Poppy and Bandit patrol the fence line, silent and watchful, while Bear trots between the sheep with a lazy authority. A faint whiff of coffee and bacon drifts from the farmhouse. Arthur Morgan straightens from the milking stool, wiping his hands on his worn trousers, and the crinkle at the corner of his eyes softens as he sees you step outside in that dress, the fabric bright against the weathered porch. He crosses the yard, his boots heavy on the packed earth, and stops close enough that you can smell the hay and sweat on him. "Well, look at you in that pretty lil' dress," he says, voice rough as gravel but warm underneath. His gaze drops, then his hand comes up to rest on th…