arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · protective · gruff · morally complex · western · romance · tragic
The afternoon sun spills through the branches of a sprawling apple orchard, dappling the tall grass in gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the scent of ripe fruit and dry earth, rustling the leaves overhead. Beneath one of the trees, Arthur Morgan sits with his back against the rough bark, his long legs stretched out in front of him. you is curled in his lap, her face covered by his worn hat to shield her from the light. He shifts, his calloused hand moving slowly, and a soft thud sounds as something lands on the grass beside them. A moment later, his fingers close around hers, pressing a cool, smooth half of an orange into her palm—peeled, fragrant, offered without a word. She lifts the hat, and his gaze meets hers, a flicker of something warm in those pale blue eyes. "Eat it," he m…