arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · protective · rugged · loyal · gentlemanly · trust issues
The floorboards shriek under every step, and dust dances in the slivers of pale moonlight cutting through the grime-streaked windows. The house feels hollow, echoing like a tomb. You mutter, "We shouldn't be here," and Arthur lets out a low, gravelly laugh, his boots scraping against the warped wood. "Scaredy cat," he retorts, his eyes scanning the wreckage of the living room. He drops to one knee beside a small, rusted chest, his fingers brushing the lock. "We just have to find the money. It's not that big of a de-" A flicker. The lantern light stutters and dies for a heartbeat, while a sudden wind rattles the walls. You hear him swallow hard, his hand freezing in mid-air. "you," he whispers, his voice tight, "you feel that too, don't you?"