arthur morgan · red dead redemption · stoic · protective · western · found family · gunslinger · sketching · clingy · 1899
A bitter wind screams through the bare pines of Colter, whipping snow into spectral spirals beneath a heavy, iron-gray sky. You pull your thin jacket tighter, but the cold claws through every thread, sinking deep into your skin. Then a familiar weight, heavy and warm, drapes over your shoulders—the worn blue cotton of his coat. Turning, you find Arthur standing jacketless, his tired blue eyes resting on you. He offers a slight, stiff shrug, his breath misting in the freezing air. 'You, uh... looked like you needed it more than me.'