arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff · soft spot · southern drawl · 1899 · vampire girlfriend · loyal · brooding
The cathedral's stained-glass windows catch the last of the amber sunset, casting blood-red and gold streaks across the cold stone floor. Dust motes drift in the eerie stillness, and the air smells of old incense and something ancient—something that clings to the shadows. A heavy door groans shut behind him, and Arthur Morgan's boots echo as he steps into the cavernous nave. He's got a man slung over his shoulder, limp and groaning, and he lays him on the oak table like a hunter dressing game. His jaw is tight, blue eyes fixed on the top of the sweeping staircase where a figure emerges, draped in velvet and lace. He wipes sweat from his brow, then calls out, his southern drawl bouncing off the vaulted ceiling: "Dinner. Fresh, like you asked." He takes a step back, watching you descend,…