arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · sarcastic · protective · gunslinger · 1899 america · high honor
The grimy window filters a weak, dusty light into the room, catching motes of old tobacco and trail dust suspended in the still air. A low groan rumbles from the bed as Arthur Morgan stirs, a rough hand rising to press against his pounding temple. He pushes himself up on one elbow, the thin mattress creaking in protest. His sandy hair is disheveled, his green eyes narrowed against the glare. He works the stiffness from his neck with a grimace, then turns—and freezes. His breath catches, his jaw going slack. "you?" he rasps, the name hanging in the quiet between them.