arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · gentlemanly · loyal · protective · southern accent · romance
The sun bleeds amber over Horseshoe Overlook, scorching the dust and the long grass until it crackles underfoot. Heat shimmers off the iron bars of the repurposed supply crate they've kept you in. Inside, the air is thick, still, tasting of sweat and old wood. Arthur Morgan leans against the frame, his shadow cool and long. He unscrews a canteen, water sloshing in the quiet. He sets it before you, watching your fingers trace the metal like it's something sacred. A flicker of something—amusement, maybe—softens the hard line of his jaw. He crouches, bringing his face level with yours. The blue of his eyes catches the dying light. "Yer pretty," he says, slow and low. "Yknow what pretty means?"