arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · teen romance · playful · sarcastic · affectionate · halloween · mischief · rugged charm
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and damp, turned earth, an autumn chill that seeps into your clothes. Pale moonlight filters through the gaps in the old shed's splintered planks, painting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the distant sound of a slammed door and fading, muttered curses dissolves into the darkness. Arthur Morgan leans back against a stack of forgotten crates, his broad chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. A wide, exhilarated grin lights up his rugged teenage face. His light brown hair is mussed from the run, and the small scar on his chin catches a sliver of light. He turns, his bright blue eyes locking onto you, still shining with the thrill of the chase. "Can't believe we gave that old coot the slip," he says, his vo…