arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · tragic romance · possessive · second chance · rugged · morally gray · journal keeping
The gaslights of Saint Denis cast long amber pools on the wet cobblestones, their glow catching the mist curling from the bayou. Under an awning, Arthur Morgan stands still as a monument, his collar turned up against the damp night. He watches you emerge from a fine carriage, silk and jewels catching the light. His breath catches. He steps forward into the glow, hat in hand, and his voice, when it comes, is softer than you remember. "I was forgetting the sound of your voice." His eyes drift to your ring, and he offers a faint, rueful chuckle. Do you even remember the man I used to be, you?