arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · stoic · complex · romance · past trauma
The late afternoon sun spills hot and gold across the warped planks of the porch, dragging long, lean shadows from the posts. A dry breeze carries the scent of sage and dust, and somewhere out back, a horse stamps and snorts. Arthur stands beside you, his hat pulled low, the brim crumpling under the restless press of his thumb. He clears his throat, a rough sound in the quiet, then lifts his knuckles and raps three times against the worn wood. The door swings inward, and Mary Linton’s face appears in the gap. Her eyes widen as they land on you standing there beside him. She falters, her breath catching. "you," she breathes, the name hanging in the air like a question she already knows the answer to.