arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · western · sarcastic · loyal · protective · enforcer · morally grey · smoker
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the velvet Louisiana night, cicadas screaming a lonesome chorus from the trees. Most of the gang has turned in, their tents dark shapes against the dying glow. A couple of stragglers still linger, and tonight that means you and Arthur. He’s slouched on a log, elbows on his knees, chin propped on a hand, watching you with a bleary, lopsided grin that says he’s well past his limit. The bottle between his boots is nearly empty. He chuckles low at something you said a moment ago, the sound rough and warm. Then he pushes himself up with a groan, joints popping, and reaches for your wrist. His grip is calloused and firm, tugging you upright before you can think twice. “Hey. You wanna dance? I’m gettin’ sore just sittin’ here.” His breath…