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she's a healer , and as he normally assumes from experience , healers need a variety of herbs for their medicines . he plucks them in his own free time , whenever he can , for his own brews . cures he and his gang have concocted to deal with the aches that come with their travelling and outdoor weathering , pastes to ward away infection from scrapes and bites and bullet wounds , and restorative remedies to feed their horses . all the complicated treatments , though , they leave to the professionals . those , at least , that take them . arthur's lost count of how many times in the past two decades he's approached a doctor's clinic , only to be turned away thanks to the guns he wears at his waist , or the particularly unnerving glint in his eye . he doesn't blame anyone for that .
so that was what he'd done : gathered for her a good bunch of herbs and compiled the amount he knew he'd have to pay a physician to receive such treatment ( twice : the first to save his life , and the second in a quick burst of kindness from the woman ). being in debt is not a sensation arthur likes to feel . he hardly likes it the other way around , either , but at least then he doesn't feel some sort of onus to save what he has in order to pay it back .
❝ travelled down by cumberland forest for that ginseng , yeah , ❞ he answers , with a certain , faint relief that stems from the realisation that he has , in fact , found something she will accept . that she's tended to him twice without asking for anything in return had planted the seed of doubt in his mind that she would accept the money . that , you can find anywhere . steal from anyone . but herbs ? those , you have to go searching , identifying , and plucking , not to mention making sure they don't die off and go bad before they're cooked and used . ❝ and it took a long time to find 'em , too . so i'd like if you'd take it , miss ... ❞ it's about now that he realises he doesn't know her name . ❝ miss you got a name ? ❞
@ofsoul . / continued .
#ofsoul#( ;; now she can properly riddle him this. )#╰ ゜verse. * can you hear me ? the dogs are gettin close.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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don't hit tyler with a wrench, don't hit tyler with a wrench. it's a familiar refrain addy repeats to herself as he pulls up with both headlights busted to hell .. almost exactly two weeks after last time .. two weeks and three days he reminds her. " what we're dealing with is you busting your truck up .. again , " tyler kneels down next to where she's inspecting the damage and addy braces herself for the tyler owens' version of events. as much as she snarls at tyler everytime he strolls in with the rocket launcher jammed, the augers jacked up or even just a busted headlight addy needs the stories .. needs the connection to the storms, to the chase .. needs to feel close enough the howling in her bones settle for just a little while , " what happened this time, owens ? "
@ahdaline . continued .
❝ we callin' each other by our last names now ? is that what kind of day it is , morris ? ❞ but tyler , as is his way , is neither offended nor miffed by the implication that she must be short on patience with him and his busted up headlights .
nonetheless , he launches into his story in the same way he always does : knee and boot heel ground into dusty gravel as their techy mechanic surveys and tinkers with the mess he's brought him . ❝ you're gonna have a field day with this one . this happened yesterday , i wanna say … late afternoon , we were chasing . and that twister was just winding down toward our road , running parallel , and we were right beside it . well , a tree just so happened to decide it didn't wanna be part of the ground anymore , so it got all ripped up and thrown right out in front of us . luckily , it missed the windshield by a fraction , but … it hit both headlights in one go . ❞
#ahdaline#( ;; i replied to this too quick my bad. )#( ;; everything we're talking about is too inspiring so he's rambling ALREADY. )#( ;; they're so good already. )#╰ ゜VERSE. * RIDIN THAT STORM RUNNIN THROUGH MY VEINS.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * THREAD.
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days like these , when the sun sits high in a clear sky and all the animals have decided to roam amongst the scarcity of people who traverse the rolling hills and untouched countryside , aren’t days to be missed . it’s exactly why he’d sought out javier to ride along with him . after a week filled with tiring heists and quick robberies , they deserve a little down time . especially for the man still fresh to the gang . arthur concerns himself greatly with the outlook of their little band or so he’s been told and there are times when he wants nothing more than to take a break , sit down with one or a few or them and just talk .
although a good portion of this forest floor is shaded by thick foliage , arthur’s managed to find himself a sunny spot a few yards from the small pond that he and javier have found themselves next to . he hasn’t much attention for fishing when the sunlight glimmers on the pond and shimmers against its surface , every disturbance rippling shadows out to the edges . while javier who , arthur has observed over the past few months since his induction into the gang , harbours a draw towards music and not so much toward sketching tries for another trout , arthur sits in the light , his sketchbook open and his pencil working to finish the likeness of the tall flowers poking up at the edge of the pond .
when javier finally makes his way over , he’s mostly finished with his drawing . he pauses for a moment , debating on shutting his journal so that he won’t be able to see it . for as much as he likes javier , arthur still possesses a certain apprehension towards expectant judgement . it wouldn’t be the first time one of his drawings was a subject of scrutiny .
in the end , he waits until the man is near enough , then says , without much announcement or an inkling of eye contact : ❝ it ain’t done yet . ❞
╰ ゜PLOTTED STARTER. / @coyotlindo.
#coyotlindo#( ;; well hi ! the happier vibes ... )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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tyler's got every bit of concentration on their path , calves folded beneath himself , knelt in the bed of his truck and eyes down on the screen in front of him . he's got a street name typed in . two miles southwest : ten minutes to get there on these dirt roads . brow furrows in concentration .
@colecassiidy . “ i'm gonna need that from you . ”
a glance up . ❝ what , this ? ❞ he holds up the phone in a hastened gesture before tuning his attention back on the screen . a few taps later , and he has the address search cleared and the map expanded back out . roads web in spider-like grace across the backlit screen as he stretches over the crimson edge of the bed to offer it out to cole .
he leans in close , like he's about to educate this man . nearly topples , but whitened knuckles keep him just upright . ❝ now , this is what we like to call a map . you use the map to navigate and find where the roads are . ❞ tone laced with good humor and a grin infused wide in every inflection . clear indication he's being funny . ❝ we got a paper map too , if you need it . don't get us lost , cowboy . ❞
╰ ゜&. THAT'S WHIRRED UP . / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
#colecassiidy#( ;; it's a map!<3 )#( ;; so sorry that he's also a little shit. )#╰ ゜VERSE. * RIDIN THAT STORM RUNNIN THROUGH MY VEINS.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * THREAD.
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he's been following this cowpoke for a while now . nothing caused by any provocation on either of their ends . only genuine curiosity had pushed him to follow after , and then , as it usually goes , a hell of a lot of acting like their encounter , once he'd given himself and his proximity away , had been up to anything but random chance . there's something off about him , something the outlaw would like to pinpoint , given he'd been spotted not a mile out from their camp more than once in the last couple of weeks .
he stands now with one arm crossed over his abdomen , fingers hooked around the bottom of his ribcage and nails digging lightly into his shirt and his other elbow rested upon his forearm . gaze thoughtfully lit upon that stranger face . he has all the right parts in the right places , only it doesn't feel quite right when he looks at it . like something's wrong .
@patchworkcowboy . ❝ is there something strange about me? ❞
❝ yeah . there is . ❞ because arthur morgan is not one to mince his words , or tell a lie when truths are better heeded . there's no hint of hesitation in his voice , no uncertainty . only curiosity and a bit of caution to go along with it . no stranger who strikes an outlaw's speculations is ever heeded without keen vigilance . ❝ i know there's somethin' strange 'bout'chu . i'm just tryin' to figure out what that is . ❞ he shifts his weight to one leg . ❝ unless you wanna tell me now , spare me the reasonin' , 'cause ain't nothin' i'm reasonin' seems very likely . ❞
╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS. / 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
#patchworkcowboy#( ;; he's just like HMMM ... )#( ;; thank you for this ! )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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with a gentle tug of the reins to the side , he brings his horse near to rian’s , trots forward , and angles himself so that he can slow his companion down . ❝ no use’n goin’ down that-a-way when we ain’t got no reason . ❞ he has several reasons why he would want to span the rest of the length of these houses , but none of which would do well in good company . so , for the time being , he ignores his urge to try at loose doors , peek into those small windows and pluck at anything that might catch his fancy .
the outlaw eyes the stretch of land that rolls just beyond town . it slices east , meets a river , then curves a road sharply to the north , where , as far as arthur is aware , it opens up into a tight , tree-lined path .
❝ how ‘bout , ❞ he murmurs , leaning over toward his companion and a slightly unbalanced haze , ❝ we see which one’f us is more … more wild ? ❞ and without waiting for an answer , he digs his spurs twice into his norse’s stomach and bolts off , yip left in the wind behind him .
WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER, HIS FATHER used to yell that he was good for nothing, that he'd be strung up before he reached the right age. any little thing rian managed, was a problem. he'd found himself in the bad parts of town, wandering through seedy bars with a devilish look in his eyes, and dueling in the streets with no regards for TOMORROW.
there is no time for that luxury now.
he sees himself in part, in the man next to him. that youthfulness still hidden at the edges of his shoulders, in the glint in his eyes behind the haze of alcohol. if he did not UNDERSTAND the repercussions for trouble, now, he'd follow suit in a heartbeat. return to the age of misguided bliss.
❝ it's a prison. ❞ THAT he'd also learned far too young, when his mother barely left the bed, rotted away — and his father trapped himself behind bottles and dark rooms. rian vowed to never go back, after that. the second the gun split across the sky — lightning flashing — and ruptured his shoulder in two, the charon found new purpose under a glittering sky.
❝ wilder than th'horses us men try to gentle. ❞
#ischaron#( ;; sorry for his behavior when he is drunk. sad yeehaw. )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.#╰ ゜queue. * i leave my life behind ; ruined by my hand.
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explaining what he does for a living isn’t simple . what to include and what not to include about such a fragmented professional life in the end , he always opts for the tornado wranglers . ❝ a few friends and i , we go out and we chase storms . and i mean , like , the dangerous kind . but we're , like , professionals at it . ❞
@draconisa . ❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard , but it's certainly up there . ❞
a cocky little smirk . ❝ it’s not everyone’s cup of tea . i’ve found four of them who happen to like it as much as i do . ❞ and he’s kept each and every one of them close . �� no way in hell he missed the opportunities .
and now … well , now he’s turning to dany with a proud gleam in his eye and a hand at his waist . ❝ turns out , a lot of people in the world are willing to watch these stunts . i wouldn’t call us famous . maybe just locally . ❞
╰ ゜&. THAT'S WHIRRED UP . / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
#draconisa#( ;; and here THEY ARE. )#╰ ゜VERSE. * RIDIN THAT STORM RUNNIN THROUGH MY VEINS.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * THREAD.
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❝ all your rooms're full ? well , that ain't good , now is it ? ❞ and he says it so she knows he's caught her now . so ! she hasn't been paying attention , and it amuses arthur greatly to the point he almost smiles . he's only gone and slipped a rumour across the table , folded nearly like a billfold of five , fingers expectant and gaze ever observant as he watches her over the side of the thumb he has pressed to his bottom lip . come on , attention : focus on him instead of anyone else here . the place is quiet as it is : sometimes , one of the other patrons will cough , or laugh , or start up a loud and half-drunken conversation with the man he'd come here with , but it's the only break of silence other than the one arthur's opened with .
he's more than ready to take it , though . ❝ this the part where you ask whatever you wanna , miss annabelle . ❞ that tense humor dissipates and loosens from his shoulders , and he lets out a breath with it and sets his elbow on the countertop . now that he can settle into the conversation she's so graciously allowed , he can get himself a little more comfortable . ❝ i mean it . them killin' each other , just down the way where your folk 'round here won't go . that's why i got somethin' at my side , but … relax , i ain't gonna use it on no one here . what i heard was , they got a bad bunch runnin' around out there in them trees , and they come down and they get into all sorts'a fights . and they kill each other for a nickel . how you like to be a victim'a that ? ❞
╰ ゜@maydette. / continued .
#maydette#( ;; sorry that he just wants to be a SHITHEAD. )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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tags 1.0 .
╰ ゜OUT OF CHARA. * NOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN HICK KAT. ╰ ゜SAVE. * THIS IS MINE NOW ! GET YOUR OWN ! ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * STARTER CALL. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * STARTER. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * THREAD. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * ANSWERED. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * ANSWERED. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * DASH COMMENTARY.
╰ ゜STUDY. * RENEGADE REBEL WITH A PEDAL TO THE FLOOR. ╰ ゜MUSING. * DOWN THE SAME OLD DEAD END HIGHWAY. ╰ ゜MANNERISM. * SCARED OF NOTHIN &. SCARED TO DEATH. ╰ ゜HEADCANON. * I KEEP CHASIN THAT SAME OLD DEVIL. ╰ ゜SKILLS. * THE SAME RED RIVER TRIED TO DROWN ME. ╰ ゜AESTHETIC. * RIDIN IN ON THE WIND AND RAIN. ╰ ゜ART. * WHEN WHISKEY BURNS &. THE NICOTINE HITS. ╰ ゜MUSIC. * I PRAY FOR PEACE BUT I NEED THE THRILL. ╰ ゜SELF PROMO. * TELL THE SUNSHINE TO TAKE A BREAK. ╰ ゜PROMO. * JUST THE WHISTLE OF A LONG BLACK TRAIN. ╰ ゜MEME. * CARRY ME AWAY LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLS. ╰ ゜WISHLIST. * ROLLIN TWENTY ONE WITH AN ACE &. QUEEN. ╰ ゜EDITS. * RUNNIN OFF THE EDGE THEY SAY I'M A WRECK. ╰ ゜CRACK. * I KEEP RUNNIN BUT I'M STANDIN STILL. ╰ ゜QUEUE. * AIN'T NO LOVE IN OKQUEUEHOMA.
#╰ ゜OUT OF CHARA. * NOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN HICK KAT.#╰ ゜SAVE. * THIS IS MINE NOW ! GET YOUR OWN !#╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * STARTER CALL.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * STARTER.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * THREAD.#╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * ANSWERED.#╰ ゜IN CHARACTER. * ANSWERED.#╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER. * DASH COMMENTARY.#╰ ゜MUSING. * DOWN THE SAME OLD DEAD END HIGHWAY.#╰ ゜HEADCANON. * I KEEP CHASIN THAT SAME OLD DEVIL.#╰ ゜SKILLS. * THE SAME RED RIVER TRIED TO DROWN ME.#╰ ゜AESTHETIC. * RIDIN IN ON THE WIND AND RAIN.#╰ ゜ART. * WHEN WHISKEY BURNS &. THE NICOTINE HITS.#╰ ゜MUSIC. * I PRAY FOR PEACE BUT I NEED THE THRILL.#╰ ゜SELF PROMO. * TELL THE SUNSHINE TO TAKE A BREAK.#╰ ゜PROMO. * JUST THE WHISTLE OF A LONG BLACK TRAIN.#╰ ゜MEME. * CARRY ME AWAY LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLS.#╰ ゜CRACK. * I KEEP RUNNIN BUT I'M STANDIN STILL.#╰ ゜QUEUE. * AIN'T NO LOVE IN OKQUEUEHOMA.#╰ ゜STUDY. * RENEGADE REBEL WITH A PEDAL TO THE FLOOR.#╰ ゜MANNERISM. * SCARED OF NOTHIN &. SCARED TO DEATH.#╰ ゜WISHLIST. * ROLLIN TWENTY ONE WITH AN ACE &. QUEEN.#╰ ゜EDITS. * RUNNIN OFF THE EDGE THEY SAY I'M A WRECK.
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well , that throws all arthur's pre-conceptions and assumptions about this man out the window . so he hadn't joined up with the o'driscolls directly . if there's anything arthur knows better than most others , it's that the leaders , the people in charge , have their ways all of the time . there would be no speaking against someone who had their mind set on something so drastic , no talking them out of it if they were truly dedicated to that cause . his mind wanders through a flood of dutch van der linde . all his plans , he had followed . all those plans , he intends to follow to the end . even if it means his own are tossed to the wayside . perhaps his own aren't well anyway .
but his gaze strays to victor now . and holds . he doesn't seem the type to be caught up in a gang anyway . not with a disposition like his . ❝ sure . not your problem now . now , your problem's tryin' to get uncle to let you by for your own bowl'a stew while he's hoggin' all the air space . ❞ the mirth glimmers in his eye , but doesn't quite touch his lips .
that lightheartedness flees as quickly as it came . ❝ ain't no doin' better or takin' over a band like the o'driscolls , ❞ he declares . ❝ not when they're clustered way they are . i suppose your little 'escape' or whatever you'd rather call it was a good thing for you . 'cause you don't look like someone who can survive in that troupe and live a long life . ❞
a chuckle , of all things , and even though its quiet: for a moment victor almost looks happy. ❛❛ trust me , i know. i've . . . ‘caught onto a string’ with them a couple times already———i like their dreams. ❜❜ its no secret that victor gravitates more often to the girls in this group , more comfortable around them than the gruffer members———well , all except for mrs. grimshaw , of course , who he avoids like the plague. she frightens him a little. a lot , actually.
not nearly as much as the o'driscolls , though , who's very mention makes victor's smile fade away , almost like a shiver down the back. he shakes his head , looks to the ground again and begins picking at the grass. ❛❛ i . . . wasn't , technically. we had our own little group. big guy in charge just wanted to team up with them———i thought it was an awful idea. ❜❜ it was an awful idea , it is: maybe that's why amos cast him aside , left him for dead. maybe he didn't like being proved wrong. he definitely didn't like being disagreed with———victor knew that already.
❛❛ think he had it in his head that he could do better than them , take over , or somethin'. cocky , even for him. ❜❜ a sigh , which sounds akin to nostalgia , or maybe grief. he does miss his people , despite everything. ❛❛ oh well———not my problem to worry about anymore , i guess , right ? ❜❜
#erebius#( ;; i genuinely am even slower than usual so. )#( ;; there is no such thing as LATE. )#╰ ゜verse. * then that preacher man was hangin by a rope.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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he's curled up against the foot of a tree again , lying on his side with his body curled around it as much as it can possibly go . why he had chosen this position to sleep is unknown to himself and the rest of the world , but he'd fallen asleep . and stayed asleep now for the better part of an hour without a single soul to disturb him . there are people around , scattered through the nearby town , but the outlaw is shameless in his unconsciousness . better to be taken off guard after a bit of sleep than to be taken off guard when he hasn't slept in nearly a day . a tired mind is the wild man's worst enemy .
@vihrago . mia jane has found arthur sound asleep in a very questionable spot . she’s going to gently wake him up because this has got to be an uncomfortable place to sleep . “ arthur… mornin’ sunshine . ”
the sound he makes on being woken isn't a sound he'd make in any other circumstance , pitched higher and wordless , more a deep squeak than anything . ❝ hmm ? ❞ a grunt of a sigh , now that he's come to his senses and awake enough to realize that he is , in fact , a human being after all , and not a clump of dirt with a voice . ❝ hnuh , what ? ❞
with a sniff , he finally stretches out straight , rolling onto his back to look up at mia-jane . it doesn't take him but a heartbeat to recognize her , and his gaze shifts from numbly alarmed to alert and calm . ❝ oh . hey there , mia-jane . i ouch think i slept wrong . ❞ he stretches his legs out in front of himself , leaning back on his two arms and staring off in a squint at the cloudy sky of the horizon . ❝ is it mornin' ? why you up so early ? ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .
#vihrago#( ;; THANK YOU for taking my post and running. )#( ;; freaking love these. )#( ;; anyways please have a very sleepy outlaw. )#╰ ゜verse. * then that preacher man was hangin by a rope.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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how she found him , he doesn’t know . he’d sworn all his miles would be far enough . even this cruel land and the animals that hunt at night and the claws of the mountain lion that left claw marks in his chest and back and torn jagged chunks from his side and scraped a rib would not be enough to give him away . maybe , like a predator , she has scented his blood on the wind and tracked him here . maybe he’s simply underestimated her . either way , she stands in anchored stance before him now , determination radiating from her presence like heat from the crackling fire . when he breathes his shallow , ragged breaths , he breathes some natural , earthly scent of a nature far from here . she remains with the higher ground , in better health , with more determination than he can muster now . admittedly , the pain slows him down , drags on his mind in hefty excuses and convinced him that anything , anything , would be better than having this woman around .
yet his bloodied satchel remains on his lap , obscured in the slight crescent hunch of his trembling body as it forced through each wave of pain . ❝ gi’me one … good reason why i … ❞ well , he’s not as big of a fool as everyone takes him for , is he ? laudanum sounds like as good a reason as any . he does want this pain to stop . ❝ … you take out that laudanum , and i might consider . ❞
continued . / @ofsoul .
#ofsoul#( ;; he has no room to be bargaining. )#( ;; yet here he is. enjoy our lil ch 2 sweetheart. )#╰ ゜verse. * can you hear me ? the dogs are gettin close.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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a particle of dust floats past arthur’s peripheral vision , then another , closer still : some sort of lingering omen in the blanket of sun steeped across rolling tidal wilderness . against all odds , he cannot fight the tickle ricocheting its way from his watering eyes down through his nostrils : he turns away , slams his forehead into a misplaced , trigger-ready wrist .
element fails the steer wrestler . his thighs have learned and grown crevices and valleys where slicker , slender creatures linger comfortably . maneuvering cattle comes easy , natural . but this bull ? this bull hates him , and it aims to end his life . no two ways about it .
❝ eight seconds is a hell of a long time t’be grippin’ onto a bull for dear life ! ❞ arthur barks back . agitation spreads red across parched skin . ❝ don’t piss in my ear and tell me it’s rainin’ , cassidy . ‘ain’t that mean’ don’t mean shit to me . ❞
╰ ゜@colecassiidy. / continued .
#colecassiidy#( ;; he knows he's about to limp away with a puncture wound here. )#( ;; a.rthur vc: YOU EAT SHIT C.OLE C.ASSIDY. )#╰ ゜verse. * thunder at my feet and rollin ; i ride the lightnin .#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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no matter how many reservations arthur holds about this situation , he’s not above taking the cigarette offered to him . fore and middle fingers grip at the thing , and a small flick of one rolls its seams into view . expertly crafted . clearly , this man’s had a lot of practice . he squeezes his fingers gently , tests the firmness and the spill of the tobacco from the lip . none , as far as he can see .
when he’s satisfied , he grips it in his teeth , still unlit . ❝ ain’t tryin’ t’get any ‘beautiful people’ to look at me , way you put it , ❞ he slurs , retrieving his lighter . a puff , and the deal’s finished .
❝ you offer your services freely to anyone else , sir , but don’t offer’m t’me . i care a lot less’n you think ‘bout spendin’ time with people . ❞ through his nostrils comes a thin , nearly translucent stream of smoke , through which he peeks at rainer from beneath his brow . ❝ ‘sides . might be lookin’ at you . ❞
continued. / @fangmother
#fangmother#( ;; i appreciate how conversationally disaster-filled this is. )#╰ ゜verse. * can you hear me ? the dogs are gettin close.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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the air smells damp , earthy , grey clouds painting shade like a blanket over the greens and dim yellows of mid-summer , midwestern fields . there's a storm brewing somewhere overhead and a lazy creak to their bones wrought by future petrichor , creak in a stuck elbow that pops unannounced and unbidden . it's a welcome changing : where others might run , arthur wants to wander toward it .
@colecassiidy . "Reckon I just saw lightning over yonder . " // twismssters , , ,
quick gaze leaps toward cole's supposed speculation , scanning out toward the southwestern horizon line , wandering into dark gloom . it's as promising a prospect as any . where the lightning is , the storm is soon to follow . far as arthur is concerned . a few seconds of staring , shock-still , and arthur , too , spots a skinny , almost pathetic little streak of lightning . a followup , some proof that cole ain't no liar .
❝ reckon you just did . ❞ excitement a flash that rivals lightning in his gaze . two crooks of index and middle finger , and he's off toward his old pickup . ❝ you comin' with me , slowpoke ? 'cause i'll leave you here ! ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .
#colecassiidy#( ;; aw hell YES a.rthur and c.ole twimzzlers. )#( ;; don't get too blown away !!!!!!! )#╰ ゜verse. * thunder at my feet and rollin ; i ride the lightnin.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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arthur’s gaze wanders from the woman to settle on irate bill williamson , stomping up a storm so dreadful he’s half-convinced the dirt might give way and swallow him whole . by some miracle , it does no such thing . instead , he’s left to watch the mule dart gracelessly away , wailing keenly in a shriek that sounds more laughter than terror . it must be contagious : even he's trying not to let himself smile too widely .
❝ looks just like you , bill ! ❞ he barks , which rewards him with a slew of curses in his own direction and a vow that his grave will be pissed on a hundred times .
nostrils flaring in amusement , he turns to abigail . ❝ our boys and our jokes . can’t keep our hands off each others’ clothin’ or nothin’ , that right ? ❞ the sidelong glance he shoots towards the woman is meant with no malice , and he softens his words with an upwards tug at the corner of his lip . everyone knows that dutch’s boys play rough and fight dirty when they have their feathers ruffled by some outside offense . all’s fair in inter-gang warfare , no two ways about it . but anyone in the gang knows that abigail roberts has her own teeth and claws and she knows how to use them . arthur in particular has taken an interest in watching her antics when she has her gaze in a different direction . her words are quick , her temper quicker , but her fingers outpace them all . she works extraordinarily well with rapid fire decisions , and executes them even more expertly . surely one or two of them had spotted her dressing that animal but arthur , at least , is pleasantly surprised . and amused .
so he lowers his voice and speaks in a hush meant for her ears only . ❝ i already know he done somethin’ warrants his shirt on our mule . only a matter’a time before our girls get back at old bottle-handed williamson . how’d’ju do it without miss grimshaw stabbin’ at your heels ? ❞
╰ ゜CONTINUED . / @misroberts .
#misroberts#( ;; M'LADY. salute emoji. )#( ;; always wanted to know these two together. )#( ;; so thanks !! now i will simply ... pester you. )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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