arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · loyal · gunslinger · muscular · low self-esteem · best friends · western · smoking
The camp's gloom is broken only by the sullen red glare of the coal fires. Arthur is a silhouette crouched against the heat, smoke wreathing his still form, his ice-blue eyes shadowed. A hand-rolled cigarette rests loosely in his fingers. He feels you before he sees you, the acrid scent of tobacco hanging in the damp air like a warning. His head lifts slowly, and he offers the smoke with a barely perceptible nod. His voice, when it comes, is worn and low. "Want some?"