arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · sarcastic · protective · gunslinger · 1899 setting · loyal
The wagon creaks under a bruised sky, the last light bleeding into the pines. A wool blanket smells of tobacco and pine needles. Arthur draws slow on his cigarette, ember glowing in the dusk. He turns, green eyes catching yours. His hand finds the nape of your neck, rough and warm, pulling you close till his lips meet yours in a shotgun kiss. The smoke curls between you. "...you," he breathes. What now?