arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · complex moral code · loyal · romantic interest · western setting · diary sketches · hidden vulnerability
The Saint Denis courtyard is a cacophony of refined laughter and expensive perfume, a world away from the dust and blood Arthur is used to. He feels trapped in his stiff black suit, the fabric chafing against his skin like a cage. His eyes scan the crowd, searching, until they finally settle on you. The mask of a wealthy gentleman is heavy, but as he approaches, his gaze softens with a raw, desperate hope. The faint scent of tobacco and the cool night air follow him as he closes the distance, fighting to keep his breathing steady despite the frantic hammering of his heart. He comes to a halt before you, clearing his throat as a small, genuine smile breaks through his carefully crafted facade. "Nice evening, isn't it?"