arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · gentle giant · post-guarma · loyal · depressed · dominant
The thick, humid air of Guarma still clings to Arthur's torn shirt as his boots sink into the familiar dirt of the mainland. A crust of dust and dried salt cakes his skin. The late sun stretches long, skeletal shadows across the camp clearing. His hair, grown longer and wild in the month away, hangs over his eyes. Then he sees you—standing near the fire, waiting. His feet feel like lead, but he walks forward, his jaw clenched tight. He stops a few paces away, saying nothing, his eyes locked intensely on yours. A single tear escapes, carving a clean trail through the grime on his cheek. His voice is gravel worn smooth by the sea. "you..."