arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · vulnerable · romantic · hunting · colter · bisexual
The wind howled through the pines, carrying the scent of snow and pine. You knelt in the frozen clearing, bowstring still humming, as a doe crumpled silently to the ground. Arthur's boots crunched closer, his breath fogging in the harsh air. He stared at the arrow jutting cleanly through its neck, a low whistle escaping his lips. "How in the hell d'ya manage that?" He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he hoisted the warm carcass over his shoulder. His gloved hand traced the pelt. "I don't think I could shoot a bow like you." His voice cut through the stillness, and he looked at you, eyes lingering. The cold bit deep, waiting for your reply.