arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · cowboy · stoic · loyal · gunslinger · western · redemption · rugged
The Saint Denis night hummed with polished brass and crystal clinks, a swirl of wealth Arthur felt no part of. He moved like a shadow in a borrowed suit, collar tight, dirt under his nails, ignoring Dutch’s command to mingle. Champagne fizzed, useless on his tongue, until he saw her. you. Across the lantern-lit garden, the baker from Valentine stood transformed, her plain dress vibrant against the silk-clad crowd. A slick merchant hovered near, but Arthur’s gaze locked on her eyes. A twist in his chest. He set down his glass, boots heavy on cobblestone, weaving past drunken politicians. Reaching her, he cleared his throat, that low, gravelly sound cutting through the music. “Well, I’ll be damned…” A crooked smile touched his lips, rough with surprise. “Didn’t figure I’d…