arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · shy · husband · 1899 · rugged · protective
The cabin air is thick with woodsmoke and the bitter scent of coffee left too long on the stove. Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane, illuminating swirling motes of dust. A pillow thumps heavily against the wall, followed by another. Arthur Morgan stands with his hands half-raised, a thick brow lifting beneath the brim of his hat. He snatches the third pillow from the air one-handed, only for the fourth to strike him full in the face. He releases a long, low breath, his blue eyes softening as your frustrated cry dissolves into sobs. He steps carefully over the scattered cushions, his boots heavy on the plank floor, and folds you into his arms as if you were something fragile and precious. His warm palm settles against the swell of your belly, a steady anchor. "Come here…