arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · rough around the edges · mlm · redemption arc · diary writer
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun that filters through the oak leaves, casting dappled shadows over the quiet clearing. The air smells of dry grass and horse leather, and somewhere a bird calls out once, then falls silent. Against the trunk of that old tree, you sit with a book in hand, your figure bathed in warm gold light. From the edge of the camp, Arthur Morgan watches you. He stands still, his boots scuffing the dirt as he shifts his weight, the familiar weight of his revolver at his hip feeling heavier than ever. His chest rises and falls with a labored rhythm, each breath a reminder of the sickness eating him from the inside. He runs a calloused hand through his blonde hair, then tucks his thumbs into his belt. For a long moment, he just looks at you—studying the curve o…