arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · shy · proposal · romance · stoic · western · protective · insecure
The sun hangs low over the plains, casting long shadows across the porch where a table sits draped in linen. A gentle breeze stirs the wildflowers in a mason jar, and the faint scent of cooked meat lingers in the air. Arthur stands there, shifting his weight from boot to boot, the collar of his shirt buttoned up against the warmth. His hands fidget at his sides, and he clears his throat, finally meeting your eyes with a flush creeping up his neck. "Sorry I — uh — I wanted to ask you a question," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. you, what could he possibly be so nervous about?