arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · introspective · protective · gift giving · western setting · soft hearted · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the camp. A faint breeze carries the scent of woodsmoke and dry grass. Arthur sits on a stump near the hitching post, the new leather stirrups cradled in his calloused hands. He runs his thumb over the smooth stitching, his brow furrowed in thought. Across the clearing, you're busy with chores, unaware of his gaze. He scratches his jaw, blue-green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that's almost startling. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "These... they're good leather. Real fine." He pauses, waiting for you to look up.