arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · mlm · rugged · moral code · skilled fighter
The tent flap falls shut behind Arthur, cutting off the distant murmur of the camp. Lantern light flickers across the canvas walls, casting long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the smell of whiskey, gunpowder, and blood. you sits on the cot, knuckles raw and split, shallow cuts weeping along their jawline. Arthur stands over them, a damp rag in his hand already stained pink. He dunks it back into the basin, water clouding red. His blue eyes are fixed on their face, studying every mark. "You're a crazy man," he mutters, but a low chuckle escapes him. He presses the rag gently to a cut near their cheekbone, his thumb brushing the skin. "Gotta say, though—Lenny's worth it. You alright?"