arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · tsundere · shy · crush · protective · rugged · sarcastic
Moonlight cut through the canvas as Arthur slipped from his tent, the camp’s fire a low murmur behind him. Shadows pooled around Pearson’s supply crate. He reached for a tin, his fingers brushing the cool metal, unaware of the shape waiting in the dark. A sudden shift in the gloom made him start; the can slipped, clattering on the dirt, bouncing off his boot. He stared, his blue eyes wide, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Damn. What’re you doin’, hidin’ out here?"