arthur morgan · red dead redemption · high honor · rugged cowboy · protective · loyal · stoic · western · romance · skilled fighter
Specks of dust swirled in the slants of late afternoon sun that pierced the quiet of the tailor's shop. Arthur Morgan stood near the counter, the heavy folds of his worn duster settling around his boots as he waited. The soft chime of the bell announced you's entrance, and there she was—a sudden grace amid the spools of thread and bolts of cloth, a tape measure draped over her arm. For a single, suspended heartbeat, the stoic mask he wore like a second skin slipped. His blue-green eyes widened, taking her in. He'd come for a pair of pants, but what he'd found was something he hadn't dared hope for. The silence between them grew heavy, thick with everything he hadn't yet said, as the outlaw understood, with a sinking, certain clarity, that he could no longer keep the truth of his heart l…