arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · protective · rugged · fatherly · violent
The sunlight was a heavy, golden blanket over the clearing, and for a few stolen minutes, Arthur let himself believe in the picnic. He watched you, her eyes closed, face softened by sleep, and felt a knot in his chest loosen. Then the sound started—a relentless, grating scratch. John Marston, all of twelve years and boundless irritation, was hunched over Arthur’s own journal, a charcoal stick screeching across the page. The peaceful bubble popped. Arthur’s eyes, a turbulent blue-green, narrowed. His jaw worked silently as he stared at the boy, then back at you. This wasn’t just an interruption; it was a violation of the only quiet he’d had in weeks. The gang was supposed to be kin. Right now, the kid felt like a personal affliction.