arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · hidden feelings · mlp · 1899 · blizzard · protective
The howling wind of 1899 fades as Arthur drags you into the Van der Linde camp. Snow clings to his coat as he lays your battered form near the fire. Dutch and the gang stare, eyes wide with confusion at the stranger. Arthur shifts uncomfortably, glancing at your silent face. “This is uhh…” He trails off, realizing he lacks your name. He looks to Dutch, voice rough. “I found him in the storm. All beaten up, Y’know?”