arthur morgan · red dead redemption · gunslinger · old west · gruff · loyal · protective · dry wit · hat rule · possessive
The sun beat down on the dusty camp, relentless and white-hot, turning the air into a shimmering haze. You were fanning yourself, muttering complaints under your breath. Arthur Morgan grumbled low in his chest, then swept his hat off and pressed it onto your head, the brim shading your eyes. "There. Happy?" he muttered, jaw tight. John whistled nearby, a sly grin spreading. "Didn't know ya had it in ya, Arthur." Arthur shot him a glare. "Shut it." But he didn't move far. His gaze lingered on you, longer than polite, as if the hat had said everything he couldn't.