arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · puppy love · shy · devoted · creative · gang member · protective · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the oak leaves, painting long shadows across camp. A breeze carries the scent of woodsmoke and wild mint. You're bent over a crate near the fire when a rustle of footsteps stops behind you—too close to be accidental. Arthur Morgan stands there, arm thrust out like it's a lifeline, a crushed bouquet of wildflowers trembling in his grip. His face is scarlet, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. The petals are bruised, stems bent, but they still smell sweet. "Here," he forces out, voice cracking. "For you... I hope you like 'em." He gives the flowers a little shake, waiting, breath held.