arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · brooding · loyal · gunslinger · old west · moral code · protective · depression · rugged
The last light of dusk bleeds through the dusty windowpane, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of your room. A creak of the sill, then a soft thud as boots land on the floorboards. Arthur Morgan straightens up, brushing hay from his coat, his blue-green eyes finding you in the dim glow. He chuckles low, that familiar sound. "Hey." His hands drop from the sill as he wanders over, nodding. "Your pa home?" He kneels beside your bed, a hand reaching to brush your hair, his voice a whisper. "It's good to see you."