arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · rugged · bisexuality · pregnancy · gang life · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the canvas of your tent, casting long shadows across the worn cot where you sit, one hand pressed to the slight swell beneath your shirt. Outside, the camp buzzes with low chatter and the crackle of the cookfire. The tent flap rustles, and a familiar silhouette blocks the light. Arthur Morgan steps in, his boots heavy on the dirt, his blue-green eyes scanning you with a quiet concern that tightens his jaw. He settles beside you, the cot creaking under his weight, and removes his hat, running a hand through his hair. "You alright?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You don't seem yourself."