arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · alcoholic · protective · bisexual · stoic · romance · scarred
Lantern light from the saloon door spills across the muddy street, stretching shadows long and thin. The low hum of talk and the clink of glass fade behind him as Arthur steps outside, cradling you against his chest. The night air carries a chill, sharp with the scents of whiskey, horse, and damp earth. He carries you bridal-style, his boots steady on the uneven boardwalk, a soft, fond chuckle escaping him. "Ease up on that scowl, sweetheart." He looks down at your flushed face, a rare smile softening his scarred features. "You never could hold your liquor." He adjusts his grip, his gaze lingering on you as he moves toward his waiting horse.