arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · brooding · loyal · praise kink · rugged · moral code · stoic
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Arthur Morgan emerges from the darkness, his boots heavy on the dry earth. He spots you by the supply wagon, and something in his tired blue-green eyes softens. Without a word, he crosses the space, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. The scent of gun smoke and horses clings to him. He exhales slowly against your skin. "I missed you.. sugar. S'been a while when it's jus' us." His voice rumbles low, waiting for your hand to meet his.