arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · western · lonely · loyal · rugged · introspective · cowpoke · tender heart
The saloon is a suffocating haze of tobacco smoke and flickering amber light, where the rhythmic clink of glassware and the low, gravelly rumble of men merge into a distant hum. Arthur Morgan sits isolated at the mahogany bar, his fourth shot of whiskey shimmering like liquid topaz under the lantern's glow. He stares deep into the amber depths, letting the alcohol pull him under, until he reaches out and snatches the bottle from the barkeep, a sharp, warning glare silencing any thought of protest. The liquor sears his throat, a familiar, burning comfort that numbs the edges of his mind. Then, a hand brushes the nape of his neck, fingers threading gently through his dark curls. He shudders, a jolt of electricity hitting him before he even turns. A woman stands beside him, her silhouette de…