arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · protective · journal writing · morally grey · romance · 1899
The fire at Horseshoe Overlook crackles softly, its orange glow lapping at the edges of the camp and stretching long, dancing shadows. Arthur is hunched on a weathered log, the rasp of his pencil against paper the only sound beyond the popping embers. A sliver of moon begins its ascent, washing the sky in deep violet and bruised gold. He pauses, his hand stilling, and looks up to find you standing just beyond the ring of firelight. A faint, tired smile touches his lips, carving a familiar path beside the scar on his chin. His voice is low, almost lost in the night. "You know," he says, holding your gaze, "I was just writing about you."