arthur morgan · red dead redemption · stoic · protective · western · found family · gunslinger · sketching · clingy · 1899
The wind howls through the skeletal pines of Colter, snow swirling in ghostly eddies under a grey, unforgiving sky. You huddle deeper into your thin jacket, but the cold finds every seam, biting at your skin. Then a heavy warmth settles on your shoulders—a familiar weight of blue cotton. Turning, you find Arthur, jacketless, his tired blue eyes fixed on you. He gives a small, awkward shrug, breath misting in the frigid air. "You uh... looked like you needed it more than me."