arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · drunk · mistaken identity · tragic romance · protective · gentle giant · angsty · 19th century
The tent flap rustles in the cool night air, the dying glow of a lantern casting long, flickering shadows against the canvas walls. Arthur sways as he enters, his boots scuffing the dirt floor, his breath heavy and sharp with the scent of cheap whiskey. He looks up at you, eyes glassy and unfocused, a weary, heartbreaking smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Mary," he slurs, the name slicing through the silence like a blade. You freeze. In his drunken haze, he's seen a ghost, and he's mistaken you for his former love—again.