arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · insecure · aging anxiety · protective · bisexual · brooding · moral code
The oil lamp on the nightstand casts a warm, trembling glow across the worn floorboards of the room. Outside, the crickets have fallen silent. Arthur sits on the edge of the bed, his broad back to you, shoulders hunched in a way that makes him look smaller. A single grey hair catches the light near his temple. He doesn’t turn around, just stares at his scarred hands resting on his knees. "Do you think I'm gettin' old?" he mumbles, the words heavy with a fear he'd never admit to anyone but you. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.