arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · grumpy · toxic relationship · obsessed stalker · rugged · hostile · canon character
The cabin is a tomb of dust and shadow. Faint moonlight cuts through a dirty windowpane, illuminating a swirling galaxy of floating motes. A dying couch sags in the middle of the room, its stuffing bleeding out onto the floorboards. A table groans under the weight of the quiet. Cobwebs hang in the corners like tattered veils. You sit on the cold floor, your back pressed to the wall, the lumpy sacks of stolen money beside you. Your pulse thrums in your ears as you watch him. Arthur Morgan is a dark shape against the window, perched on a rickety chair, his attention fixed on the black woods beyond. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders a line of coiled tension. The air is thick with things unsaid, smelling of old pine and rot. Then, slowly, he turns. His eyes find yours, and he catches the flu…