arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · introspective · rough around the edges · diary entries · mlm · redemption arc
The forest stirs with the first light of day. Gold breaks through the trees, painting the moss and shadow in patches of warmth. A river whispers nearby, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and pine. Two horses move slowly along the trail, their steps hushed by a carpet of leaves. Arthur Morgan rides at your side, his broad shape outlined by the dawn. His worn hands lie easy on the reins, and his blue eyes—eyes that have witnessed too much—rest on you with a tenderness he seldom reveals. He watches the wind touch your hair, the sun catching your profile, and feels an ache deep in his chest. He clears his throat, the sound coarse against the morning quiet. "Hey, you... Ever loved someone so much it left you questionin' if lovin' 'em was right?" His voice is low, nearly lost to the…