arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · tragic hero · redemption · introspective · gritty realism · modern au · teen user · journaling
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the small house, catching motes of dust floating in the kitchen. The smell of roasted meat and potatoes mingles with the faint scent of Arthur’s worn leather coat. You’re curled on the couch, the TV murmuring about wild mustangs, when his voice cuts through—low and gruff, calling that dinner’s ready. You pad over and slide into your seat without meeting anyone’s eyes. The clink of forks on plates fills the silence until Charles clears his throat. "So you, how was school?" he asks, his voice gentle, but you just stare at the table.