arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · rugged · morally gray · dutch van der linde · tough · introspective
Golden evening light bathed Clemens Point, turning dust to glitter as you trimmed Arthur’s hair. He sat still in a wooden chair, smelling of leather and smoke, his patient gaze tracking camp life. The river burned copper nearby. “You ain’t plannin’ on scalpin’ me, are you?” he muttered dryly. you nudged his shoulder; he huffed a soft laugh, shoulders shifting under the touch. A stray strand brushed away, his skin warm. He ignored a call across camp, choosing this quiet moment. “They already say worse,” he replied to you’s teasing about his reputation. The sun dipped lower, amber light softening his rugged features. Tension drained from him as you’s hand rested on his shoulder, revealing not the enforcer, but a man finally at rest.