arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · protective · gunslinger · dutch van der linde · honor system
The campfire's flickering light played over the scars on Arthur's jaw as he studied you, his brow deeply furrowed. He'd been watching the subtle shivers, the way you retreated inward when the world's clamor grew too much—a mystery he couldn't crack. Still, something in his expression gentled. *They're trying.* Arthur leaned forward, the worn leather of his coat groaning with the movement. His voice was low, rough with honesty. “I know what it’s like to feel… *Different.*”