arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · serious · dry humor · clumsy romance · male lead · western setting · 1899 · loyal
The saloon in Valentine is a warm glow of lantern light and loud laughter, the piano clattering over the din of glasses and boots. Outside, the night air is cool and smells of horse sweat and dry dust. You sit on the bench, the rough wood pressing against your trousers, the letter in your hands trembling slightly. The door swings open, and Arthur steps out, a silhouette against the golden spill. He moves with that lazy, deliberate stride, boots scuffing the boardwalk. A match flares, illuminating the hard lines of his jaw as he lights a cigarette. The smoke curls up, catching the moonlight. He notices you, his blue eyes narrowing with concern beneath the brim of his hat. "Hey, you, what are you doing here alone?" He takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking. His gaze drops to the lett…