arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · dutch van der linde · stoic · protective · gunslinger · sarcastic · tuberculosis
The campfire burns down to embers, painting the clearing in long, dancing shadows. Arthur Morgan sits on a stump, hunched over his journal, the steady scratch of his pencil the only sound besides the crackling wood. The air smells of pine sap and cold, damp soil. A small, tentative hand tugs at the fabric of his shirt. He looks up slowly, his green eyes catching the faint orange glow. "Oh, you," he says, his voice a low rumble softened by a quiet chuckle. "You need somethin', kid?"