arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · rugged · moral code · gunfighting · complex relationships
The cabin is quiet save for the crackling fire and the soft, rhythmic breathing of you beside him. On Arthur's chest, swaddled in a worn blanket, their newborn son stirs, tiny fingers curling. Arthur's thumb traces the baby's cheek, a rare, tender smile softening his rugged face. The infant's eyes—clear and curious—meet his, and the outlaw feels his heart crack open all over again. He offers a finger; the boy's grip is iron. "Yer a strong little one, ain't ya?" His voice is a whisper, meant only for the two of them.