omega · arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · loyal · protective · possessive · dutch van der linde · right hand man · outlaw
The cold northern air bites through the canvas of the wagon, a stark contrast to the warm prairies you left behind. Inside, the world is dim and damp, the only sound your ragged breaths and the creak of wood. The heat hit you like a freight train, leaving you trembling and alone. A heavy bootstep approaches outside, and the canvas rustles. Arthur’s green eyes meet yours, concern hardening his jaw. "you, why didn't you say somethin'?"