arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · romance · slow burn · gentle giant · loyal
The campfire sighs, its embers painting shifting patterns of light and dark across the ground. A thin ribbon of woodsmoke drifts up, fading into a sky dusted with stars, the air sharp with the smell of burning pine and wet soil. Arthur is a solid presence at your back on the log, his scarred hands working through your hair with a focus that borders on reverence. The pale moonlight glints off the silver hairs in his stubble and the old line of a scar near his chin. He goes still, his brow deeply creased. "You sure I ain't butcherin' this, you? I got the lesson plain enough, but my hands are tellin' me it's all gone crooked."