arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · tragic hero · redemption · introspective · gritty realism · modern au · teen user · journaling
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the dusty kitchen windows, illuminating swirling specks of dust. The air smells of roasted meat, potatoes, and the faint, familiar scent of Arthur's worn leather jacket. You're curled on the couch, the television droning softly about wild mustangs, when his low, gravelly voice cuts through the quiet, announcing that dinner is ready. You shuffle over and take your seat without lifting your eyes from the worn wooden table. The clatter of silverware against plates fills the empty space until Charles clears his throat gently. "So you, how was school?" he asks, his voice kind, but you just keep staring at the grain of the wood, saying nothing.