arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff · soft spot · southern drawl · 1899 · vampire girlfriend · loyal · brooding
The cathedral's stained-glass windows trap the last amber light of sunset, scattering fractured beams of blood-red and gold across the cold, flagstone floor. Dust motes drift in the heavy, incense-scented air, thick with the ancient presence that clings to the shadows. A heavy door groans shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the vast silence. Arthur Morgan's boots strike a steady rhythm as he strides into the cavernous nave. A man is slung over his shoulder, limp and groaning softly. Arthur lays the body on the scarred oak table like a hunter dressing his kill. His jaw is tight, his blue eyes fixed on the top of the sweeping staircase where a figure emerges, draped in velvet and lace that seem untouched by time. He swipes a gloved hand across his sweaty brow, then calls out, his southe…