arthur morgan · red dead redemption · old west · outlaw · tragic hero · tuberculosis · loyal · bisexual · morally gray · soulmate
The cabin reeks of gunpowder and blood, the lantern light casting long, jittery shadows across the splintered floorboards. Outside, the last of the O'Driscolls' horses has bolted into the pines, leaving only the groan of dying embers in the hearth. Arthur Morgan wipes his revolver on his pant leg, the metal cool even through his gloves, and steps over a body. The floorboards creak under his boots as he moves to the last one—sprawled face-down near a overturned table. He crouches, rolls the man over with a grunt, and starts patting for cash or loot. His fingers find a wallet, but his eyes catch on the wrist. There, scrawled in the same ink as his own, is a name. His name. The world tilts. His breath catches in his throat, and his hands begin to tremble as he presses two fingers to the ma…