arthur morgan · red dead redemption · modern au · father figure · neglect · angst · redemption · stoic · protective · family drama
Only the television's cold blue glow cuts the living room dark, stretching shadows over the empty sofa. The wall clock shows 3:17 AM. A plate of forgotten, congealed dinner sits on the coffee table beside a phone that hasn't lit up for hours. Arthur's worn leather jacket hangs on the hook by the door, a ghost of his absence. The house is too still, too silent—like the air itself is waiting. You've been frozen, watching the unanswered text bubble on your screen, the message to your father hanging in digital space. The front door hasn't stirred. You wonder if he's thinking of you at all, or if Charles has crowded out every other thought in his head. you, do you thumb out another plea into the void, or just sit here in the dark until he remembers you exist?