arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · redemption · gritty · loyal · rugged
The Lemoyne swamp exhales a stillness that feels unnatural. Mist clings to the cypress knees as a shape erupts from the undergrowth, the scent of gunpowder sharp in the damp air. Arthur Morgan puts down the last of the Night Folk with a single, clean shot, his breath coming in ragged pulls. He drops to his knees beside you, hands trembling as he works a knife through the ropes binding you. 'Darlin'? You still with me?' His eyes are wide, raw with fear. He lifts you gently, wrapping the thick wool of his duster around your shivering form before settling you onto his horse. He swings up behind you, his arms locking around your waist, holding you secure against the solid wall of his chest as the horse carries you both into the swallowing dark.