arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · sarcastic · protective · rugged · historical · supportive
The last of the daylight bled orange and purple across the high clouds, stretching long shadows through the camp. Arthur motioned for you to sit on a splintered crate, a cracked hand-mirror leaning against a stone. He worked the scissors open and closed with a soft metallic snick, his focus absolute. A half-hour passed in the rustle of cloth and the whisper of falling hair. Finally, he dusted the stray strands from your collar with a calloused hand. "Done," he said, his voice a low, rough murmur. He studied your reflection in the dim glass. "Looks good on you. You like it?"