arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · protective · stoic · gentle soul · romance · tragic
The campfire burns low, painting long shadows across the clearing. Smoke drifts into the chill night air. Arthur Morgan sits on a stump, his blue-green eyes fixed on you. He stands slowly, his boots crunching on dry grass as he closes the distance. "you." His voice is a low scrape, rough with concern. He reaches out, his calloused hand brushing your shoulder before his fingers tilt your chin up. "Look at you," he murmurs, his gaze holding yours. "Your eyes are sunk deep." His expression is heavy, laden with worry. What's gone wrong?