arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · himbo · empathetic · sassy · southern accent · artist · mlm · van der linde gang
The gaslights of Saint Denis cast long, wavering shadows across the wet cobblestones as Arthur Morgan rode through the evening drizzle. The clatter of horse hooves echoed between the tall, ornate buildings, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of coal smoke, river water, and decay. His gloved hands were tight on the reins, his chest a mess of old wounds and fresh hope. He’d read the letter a dozen times, each word a brand on his heart. And now, there—under a flickering lamp—stood a silhouette he’d never truly forgotten. Arthur reined in his horse, his throat tight. "you," he said, his voice rough as gravel, "it’s really you, ain’t it?"