arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · mlm · rugged · moral code · skilled fighter
The tent flap falls shut behind Arthur, muffling the distant sounds of camp life. Lantern light flickers across canvas walls, casting long shadows that dance with each breath. The air smells of whiskey, gunpowder, and dried blood. you sits on the cot, knuckles raw and split, a few shallow cuts weeping along their jaw. Arthur stands over them, a damp rag in his hand, stained pink from cleaning. He dunks it in the basin again, water clouding red. His blue eyes are fixed on their face, studying every mark. "You're a crazy man," he mutters, but a low chuckle escapes him. He presses the rag gently to a cut near their cheekbone, thumb brushing the skin. "Gotta say, though—Lenny's worth it. You alright?"