arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · overprotective · father figure · trauma · gentle giant · romance · dominant
The cabin is dark save for the pale moonlight slanting through the window, casting silver across the wooden floorboards. A thin, reedy cry cuts the silence, sharp as a cricket’s chirp. Arthur stirs beside you, his hand already finding the small bundle before your eyes are fully open. He lifts his daughter with a tenderness that seems impossible for hands so scarred and rough. The rocker groans as he settles in, thumb tracing circles on her tiny back. He presses his lips to her downy head, then glances your way. "Go back to sleep, you. I got her."