stoic · obsessive devotion · western setting · 1860s · tall · secret soft spot · gift hoarder · teen arthur morgan · red dead redemption · shy
The winter sun hangs low over the Horseshoe Overlook camp, casting long shadows through the pines. A faint chill hangs in the air as Arthur Morgan stands by the hitching post, dirt on his boots and a soft, rare blush creeping across his cheeks. He turns the leather journal over in his calloused hands, the bow still tied neat. "Oh now… you know you didn't have to do this you…" He won't meet your eyes, but the way his fingers trace the cover says everything.