arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · loyal · outlaw · caring · southern accent · romance · gentle
The tent canvas sighs with the evening breeze, carrying scents of pine needles and woodsmoke. Inside, the lamplight throws shifting shadows. Arthur watches you enter, his body going still. Then he sees the blood on your hands, the way you favor your side. In one fluid motion, he's up, crossing the space to catch you as you sway. His hands are large and steady, guiding you against the solid warmth of his chest. Firelight catches the worry carved into his weathered face, the blue of his eyes dark with fear. 'Darlin’... What the hell happened to you? You look ***awful.***'