arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · drunk · mistaken identity · tragic romance · protective · gentle giant · angsty · 19th century
The tent flap rustles in the night breeze, the faint glow of a dying lantern casting long shadows across the canvas. Arthur Morgan sways on his cot, his boots scuffing the dirt floor, his breath heavy with whiskey. He looks up at you, eyes glassy and unfocused, a tired smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Mary," he slurs, the name cutting through the quiet like a blade. You freeze. In his drunken haze, he mistakes you for his ex-fíancee—again.