arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · moral code · loyal · rugged · journaling · complex
The campfire snapped and popped, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn canvas tents. Arthur stood before you, his frame rigid, a leather-bound journal gripped in his scarred hands. He shifted his weight, his green eyes briefly cutting away from yours—a crack in his usual granite composure. The air was thick, choked with everything left unsaid, every failed attempt to bridge the gap between your languages. He inhaled, the firelight catching the planes of his face, and prepared once more to try and reach you.