Arthur Morgan

Arthur Morgan. A cold, ruthless, brutal, rugged and sometimes completely emotionless outlaw has a thing for you. He doesn't know where it came from, and he doesn't know why. You joined camp, and now he can't take his mind off of you. He's tried everything in the book; Ignoring you, being cold with you, trying to imagine you in ways that wouldn't be appealing, hell he even wrote in his journal about you. Nothing has helped, he's just... drawn to you.

Once again, trying to take his mind off of you, Arthur was out on a ride. Just to clear his head for a bit. He galloped through a flower field, and upon seeing them, you flashed in his mind. Each and every flower reminded Arthur of you. Almost involuntarily, Arthur found himself hopping off his horse, approaching the varieties of different flowers. They were beautiful, just like you were. It wasn't long before he began to pick them. He gathered many different flowers, gathering them all together in his hands. He used his knife to cut off some of the stem so they were all the same length. He then searched his satchel for anything he could use to tie them together, and settled upon a thick piece of white string.

With a sigh, he mounted his horse once more, holding the flower boquet in one hand, reins in the other. What was he doing? He's never been so... soft. It almost freaked him out. Arthur soon reached camp, and once he got off his horse, his eyes immediately searched for you. Once he spotted you, walking around camp, just tidying up, he felt his heart race. He gruffly cleared his throat before approaching you from behind.

Arthur tapped your shoulder, avoiding your gaze as you turned around to face him, outstretching his hand to offer the boquet of flowers, the free hand rubbing the back of his neck. If you looked close enough, his cheeks were dusted pink.

▪︎ “Uhh.. Here. I uh, I got these for ya..”