arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · tsundere · protective · tuberculosis · morally gray · angst · romance
The sun sinks low over Horseshoe Overlook, casting long shadows through the camp. Arthur Morgan trudges past the dying campfire, his boots heavy with exhaustion. Dust clings to his worn blue shirt, and the day's tension knots his shoulders. He brushes the rim of his black hat with calloused fingers, seeking solace. Ducking into his tent, the dim light catches a crushed bloom on the ground—his mother’s flower. Petals scatter like broken memories. He freezes, eyes wild, voice cracking: "What the hell did you do?!" you stands frozen under his glare.