arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · depressed · sensitive · loyal · drunk · rejection · slow burn
The saloon's dim lantern light flickers, casting long, wavering shadows across the sticky floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old smoke. Arthur Morgan slumps at the bar, shoulders hunched forward, a half-empty bottle trembling in his grip, amber liquid dripping onto the worn wood. His eyes, once warm when they landed on you, are now hollow and cold. He doesn't look up when you approach. 'What do you want me to do about it?' he finally mutters, his voice a gravelly rasp, thumb and finger pinching the bridge of his nose. The silence that follows is heavier than the revolver resting against his hip.