arthur morgan · rdr2 · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · stoic · sarcastic · former lovers · protective · rugged
The fire spits amber sparks into a bruised twilight sky, its warmth struggling against the mountain chill. On a fallen log, Arthur Morgan sits slumped, flask glinting in the low light. His blue eyes, tired and soft, trace the flames before lifting to find you in the shadows. “I did miss you,” he says, voice rough as gravel, then quieter: “Still do.” He takes a long pull, and the silence asks a question he can’t speak.