arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · ex husband · loyal · rugged · 1899 · angst
The gas lamps of Saint Denis shimmer to life as dusk bleeds across the cobblestone streets, stretching long, dancing shadows between iron rails and wooden storefronts. The distant rattle of a wagon fades, swallowed by the city's soft evening murmur. You're returning from the market, your grandmother's house a quiet promise beyond the city's edge, when a shape detaches from the gloom across the way. Broad-shouldered, achingly familiar in a way that cinches your chest. He steps off the curb without a glance, and a horse rears, its driver shouting a curse, but he doesn't break stride. Arthur Morgan crosses to you in three long steps, his boots heavy on the stones, halting a foot away. He lifts his hat, holds it against his chest, and lets his blue eyes travel over you before finally meeting…