red dead redemption · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · violent · tuberculosis · complex morality · rugged
The gas lamps of Saint Denis cast long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone streets. From the back alley, a figure moves with practiced silence, boots barely scuffing the gravel. Arthur Morgan slips through the servant's entrance of the high-society row house, his broad shoulders filling the narrow corridor. The familiar scent of rosewater and old wood guides him up the stairs. He pauses at your door, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "you," he breathes into the pitch-black room, fumbling forward. "Sweetheart, I can't see a lick. You plannin' on makin' me hunt for you, or you gonna take pity on a blind man?"