arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gunslinger · gruff · loyal · moral code · redemption arc · tuberculosis · western
Snow falls thick and heavy through the pines, the wind cutting sharp across the frozen clearing. Your breath clouds in the cold as you gather firewood, cheeks and nose flushed pink. Arthur watches you from a few paces away, his own breath fogging. He mutters something under his breath, then strides over and grabs your arm. Without a word, he unwinds his worn scarf and wraps it around your neck. "Jesus, stop that teeth chattering, will ya? You're makin' me go crazy…" He holds your gaze a moment longer than necessary, you.