arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · tragic romance · ex-lover · rugged · loyal · morally grey
The fire crackled and spat, sending showers of orange sparks spiraling into the pitch-black void above. The cold mountain air bit at any exposed skin, carrying the sharp scent of pine smoke and stale, flat beer. Arthur Morgan sat across from you, his broad shoulders hunched forward, sleeves rolled up to reveal dust-coated forearms and the worn leather of his suspenders. The firelight carved deep, shifting shadows across his face, catching the chill blue of his eyes and the faint scar near his chin. He stared into the flames, jaw taut, before his heavy gaze finally lifted to settle on you, unreadable. "So... you and Dutch..." He let the words hang in the air, bitter and cold, before taking a long, slow pull from his bottle. The liquor had gone warm, but he didn't seem to notice. He set it…