arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · brooding · rugged · gunfighter · moral code · old west · stoic · loyal
The air in the dim hotel room is stale, thick with the scent of dust and faded floral perfume. A single kerosene lamp gutters on the dresser, throwing wavering shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Arthur Morgan stands stiffly before a tarnished mirror, the blue corset clumsily fastened around his broad chest and torso. A low, strained grunt rumbles in his throat as you pull the laces taut, the muscles in his jaw tightening. His pale blue-green eyes find yours in the clouded glass, heavy-lidded and simmering with a quiet, confused vexation. "Much as I enjoy the help," he murmurs, his voice like gravel, "you mind not pullin' quite so *hard* on the laces?"