RDR ROLEPLAY

❝I want to close my eyes and never open them again.❞ @arty-morgan (my internet was bad so I don't know if this sent last time, so I'm just sending it again to make sure ahdjfhdj--)

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“Don’t you say that, Arthur. We all got something to fight for, and you are gonna hold onto yours, you hear me?” Dutch says, grasping Arthur’s shoulder as he kneels in front of where Arthur sits on his cot, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“I’ve got you, son, I do. But you’re the one who has to hold out in the end.” He’s surprisingly familiar with the feeling, although being the man that he is, he’s used to just pushing through it, while Arthur seems to be stuck in a loop. Being the man that he is, he intends to push him out of it.

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Arthur isn’t sure why he’s admitting these deep and dark thoughts of his to Dutch, or how he got into this situation in the first place. He thought no one would notice how empty and deprived of happiness he’d been feeling lately, but apparently, the other man had picked up on that.

He doesn’t want to look into Dutch’s eyes, but he does. At least for a few seconds. Arthur’s blue eyes are plastered with worry and sadness, and it was more obvious than not how damn depressed he was. He hated feeling this way, but he couldn’t break himself out of it.

“Don’t…Just, don’t worry ‘bout me, Dutch. I’m talkin’ nonsense again.”

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“Arthur,” Dutch says, almost scoldingly. “I know you, son. You ain’t gonna brush this one off so easily.”

His hand tightens on Arthur’s shoulder. Dutch always had been one to comfort through touch, though over time, he’d learned how to spin words into something hopeful, something meaningful.

“I’m here for you, you know that? I want to help.”

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Drinking Buddies

“Tequila ‘s not my friend?” slurred Lenny, practically shouting into his companion’s ear, “You’re not my friend!”

He slammed another empty shot glass upon the table and blinked back at Javier slowly, trying to keep his posture upright. Lenny glared defiantly at the other person that was, most certainly, still his friend.

Javier had only just downed another shot. “I thought you were my friend…” He said simply, looking hurt, his own voice slurring as well. He glared back, though seemed to be seeing double, looking very much confused and somewhat amused. He wasn’t as far gone as Lenny, but he was well on his way.

Javier threw an arm around Lenny’s shoulders and he grinned. “You’re the…” He hiccuped. “You’re my…*hic* BEST friend.” He said firmly, staring into Lenny’s eyes with nothing but determination. He quickly downed another shot.

Lenny immediately burst out laughing as he struggled to reach the bottle of tequila Javier had moved just out of his reach. The larger man’s arm weighed his shoulders down and Lenny whined pitifully in his frustration.

“Hey! Give it here,” he complained, still smiling, “I…I was not finished yet.”

Flailing about, he finally managed to dislodge himself from underneath the dead weight and surged forward to grab the liquor. The tequila tipped over onto the table and began spilling its contents. Lenny looked panicked as he rushed to upright the bottle again.

“Oh! Oh…shit.” @dutchsboahs

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Javier laughed, "Look what you've done!" He just patted Lenny's back. "Ahhh, don't worry about it, Lenny. Don't throw a fit over...over spilled tequila...eh?" He was clearly not all there at the moment. An idea formed in his groggy mind and a devilish smirk curled the corners of his lips.

"What if we raided Sean's stash?" He offered with a rather sharp pat on the shoulder.

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"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

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Arthur nods along to the words, a cheerful expression still plastered onto his face. He never could have imagined speaking to Dutch Van Der Linde again, much less even seeing him, but in all honesty, he was glad that the man he used to look up to for all those years was here once again.

“Yeah, y'are!” He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. All these years being dead, Arthur himself had gotten used to the fact, but could understand the sort of shock Dutch must’ve been feeling. Although, thinking back to when Arthur had first arrived at this place only reminded him of his own death, which never put him in a good mood. After almost ten years, it still felt so surreal.

“Dutch, y'know…I’m sorry. Sorry y'had to watch me die all those years ago.” He wasn’t sure why he’d said it; Arthur knew that it wasn’t his fault.

Dutch’s smile abruptly falters as he remembers the moment, one of the last times he’d felt like he’d had a shred of humanity left in him, the smallest part of him still a father who cared for his son... and then that had died with Arthur.

“No. No, it’s in the past, son. We’ll move on,” He reassures, fully aware that he hasn’t yet, and maybe he never would. He doesn’t want to look back at the monster he had been, not when there was so much to look forward to.

❝I want to close my eyes and never open them again.❞ @arty-morgan (my internet was bad so I don't know if this sent last time, so I'm just sending it again to make sure ahdjfhdj--)

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“Don’t you say that, Arthur. We all got something to fight for, and you are gonna hold onto yours, you hear me?” Dutch says, grasping Arthur’s shoulder as he kneels in front of where Arthur sits on his cot, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“I’ve got you, son, I do. But you’re the one who has to hold out in the end.” He’s surprisingly familiar with the feeling, although being the man that he is, he’s used to just pushing through it, while Arthur seems to be stuck in a loop. Being the man that he is, he intends to push him out of it.

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Depression Starters

❝I’m fucked up but I swear I’m trying.❞

❝I don’t matter to anyone.❞

❝I just wanna be good enough for you.❞

❝Time heals nothing, it just replaces memories.❞

❝Fake happiness is the worst sadness.❞

❝I really don’t feel like existing.❞

❝Don’t worry, I hate me too.❞

❝I just want to mean something to someone.❞

❝I’m not okay, I’m just okay at pretending I am.❞

❝I don’t know if I’m getting better or just getting used to pain.❞

❝There’s no use in talking to you. You don’t know what it’s like.❞

❝I haven’t felt alright for a really long time.❞

❝Pain changes people.❞

❝I don’t blame anyone - I did this to myself.❞

❝Why is everything I do wrong?❞

❝Maybe I’m just too fucking complicated for anyone to love.❞

❝I can’t just “get over it”.❞

❝It’s difficult to find people who understand.❞

❝Why do I always feel like I’m not good enough for anyone?❞

❝I feel so disconnected from the world.❞

❝I don’t control my thoughts. My thoughts control me.❞

❝I feel like there’s no way out of this.❞

❝I’m tired of caring. I want to be cared for.❞

❝I want to close my eyes and never open them again.❞

❝Not everybody understands this. But if you do, I’m sorry.❞

❝I’m replaceable.❞

"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

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Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just… I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

Arthur can feel the other man shake in his arms while he speaks, and he’s not sure what to feel. It was so many years ago, but does he really forgive Dutch? His heart was telling him to let go of what happened all those years ago; it was behind them now.

“Dutch, I-I…” The angel’s mind races, trying to think of something to say. He breifly pulls away ever so slightly to really see Dutch’s face- his saddened, apologetic eyes staring right back at Arthur’s. He knew that the other man had always been good at faking emotions to get what he wanted out of other’s, but his current state? Arthur knew that the sadness being shown was genuine. And seeing it made him feel awful.

“…I think I understand.” He continues what he was saying before, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Dutch, I’m forgivin’ you. ’m sorry if I’m seemin’ all quiet, it’s just- I ain’t got a clue what t'say.”

“Neither do I, son, neither do I.” He laughs a bit at the absurdity of the past hour, all of it still not quite catching up with him.

“But thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” He wipes a stray tear away with the back of his sleeve, trying to collect himself. “Oh, Hosea would’ve back-handed me on the spot. The old bastard’s up here too, I hope?” He chuckles at the thought, hoping he’ll get to see his old friend again.

He had so many questions, and so many things that he wanted to talk about with Dutch, but decided to save it for later. The man just got here after all. All Arthur knew was that he seemed genuine, and…different. Like the old Dutch; the one Arthur knew when the gang was just him and Dutch, Hosea and John.

“‘Course, Dutch. Y'seem…Different. A good different. It’s like the ‘old Dutch’ is back, heh.” Arthur repeated what he had just thinking about, watching the other wipe away his tears. He didn’t think he’d ever see Dutch Van Der Linde cry. “Sure, he’s here! The others too. It’s…It’s real nice up here, y'know? Still surprised as t'how I even got in, though.” He laughed, placing his hands on his belt buckle.

“Y'know, I didn’t expect t'see ya up here so soon, Dutch.” The fact that the other man was here meant that he had obviously lost his life, and truthfully, Arthur was curious as to how.

“It’s funny you would say that,” Dutch says with a snort. “You always were a good kid, Arthur, and I- well, I certainly didn’t become a better man after you died.” Dutch says, choosing to leave it at that, an unfamiliar feeling of shame roiling in his gut. “Suffice to say, I didn’t expect myself up here at all, least of all not with these,” He says, moving back to stretch out his wings. He was still getting used to them, not accustomed to having four large, metallic gold limbs attached to his back. “Hell, they’re just like me, Arthur, look-” He brushes a hand through what looks like solid metal and what is actually soft feathers part for his hand easily. “Fake gold for a con-man.” He grins at the irony, or maybe just at the way his life had just taken a drastic turn for the better. Either way was fine.

Arthur wasn’t exactly sure what Dutch meant by that. He could only wonder what the other had gotten up to after Arthur had died, considering there was no more gang for Dutch to lead. The thought of the old days of the Van Der Linde gang still saddened Arthur when he thought too hard about it.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts though, when the older of the two decides to change the subject. Another smile is brought to Arthur’s face when Dutch starts telling him about his newfound wings, laughing softly.

“They’re damn near perfect for ya, Dutch.” The smile turned itself into a grin as he watched the other spread his golden wings out. “Much more impressive than my plain ol’ white ones, hm?” Arthur took it upon himself to spread his own feathery wings out this time, keeping the smile on his face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I sure am glad I got it,” Dutch agrees, laughing. He’s in awe of both his own wings and Arthur’s, the idea that they were both angels having completely thrown him for a loop. “You would not believe how many questions I have for you, Arthur. I have no idea where to start!” He’s still laughing, his glee at getting a new chance at life- or death, he supposes- finally shining through.

“Me too, Dutch. Me too.” Arthur finds that he quite literally can’t stop smiling. He feels as if he’d gotten his old friend back- A fatherly figure tht he’s looked up to for the better part of his life.

“Can’t say I blame ya- Ask me whatever y'want, I’ll do m'best to answer ‘em.” He lets out a laugh of his own while presented with Dutch’s overjoyed expression. Arthur was so, very happy; he can’t take his eyes off of the other man’s cheerful exterior.

“Well, I… How have you been?” He settles on, wondering what’s happened in the past years since he’s been gone. He’d missed so much, even before Arthur’s death to some extent.

The angel kept his kind expression, unable to keep his eyes off of Dutch. It was so odd to see him again. Arthur, though, couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at him anymore. Not when he was acting like this; The old Dutch.

“I’ve been…great!” He replied. It was an answer that he never gave while still living. “You’ll like it up here, y'know. I’d say it’s better than any ‘tropical paradise’ ya used t'dream about.” The man let out a laugh, patting Dutch’s shoulder.

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“Well, you certainly seem happier. I don’t think any tropical paradise could beat this.” This place was just full of unending beauty, from start to finish... Dutch isn’t sure he’ll ever get over it.

“You’re an angel. I am too!” Dutch reminds himself, nearly forgetting. All of it had happened so fast. “I don’t suppose we have to uphold the ideals of Heaven and whatnot? Funnily enough, I don’t think I’ll miss thievin’.” Maybe it’s because he’s an angel now, or maybe he’d just changed, but regardless, it’s an odd feeling, the idea that he’ll never have to steal again.

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"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

@dutchsboahs

Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just… I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

Arthur can feel the other man shake in his arms while he speaks, and he’s not sure what to feel. It was so many years ago, but does he really forgive Dutch? His heart was telling him to let go of what happened all those years ago; it was behind them now.

“Dutch, I-I…” The angel’s mind races, trying to think of something to say. He breifly pulls away ever so slightly to really see Dutch’s face- his saddened, apologetic eyes staring right back at Arthur’s. He knew that the other man had always been good at faking emotions to get what he wanted out of other’s, but his current state? Arthur knew that the sadness being shown was genuine. And seeing it made him feel awful.

“…I think I understand.” He continues what he was saying before, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Dutch, I’m forgivin’ you. ’m sorry if I’m seemin’ all quiet, it’s just- I ain’t got a clue what t'say.”

“Neither do I, son, neither do I.” He laughs a bit at the absurdity of the past hour, all of it still not quite catching up with him.

“But thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” He wipes a stray tear away with the back of his sleeve, trying to collect himself. “Oh, Hosea would’ve back-handed me on the spot. The old bastard’s up here too, I hope?” He chuckles at the thought, hoping he’ll get to see his old friend again.

He had so many questions, and so many things that he wanted to talk about with Dutch, but decided to save it for later. The man just got here after all. All Arthur knew was that he seemed genuine, and…different. Like the old Dutch; the one Arthur knew when the gang was just him and Dutch, Hosea and John.

“‘Course, Dutch. Y'seem…Different. A good different. It’s like the ‘old Dutch’ is back, heh.” Arthur repeated what he had just thinking about, watching the other wipe away his tears. He didn’t think he’d ever see Dutch Van Der Linde cry. “Sure, he’s here! The others too. It’s…It’s real nice up here, y'know? Still surprised as t'how I even got in, though.” He laughed, placing his hands on his belt buckle.

“Y'know, I didn’t expect t'see ya up here so soon, Dutch.” The fact that the other man was here meant that he had obviously lost his life, and truthfully, Arthur was curious as to how.

“It’s funny you would say that,” Dutch says with a snort. “You always were a good kid, Arthur, and I- well, I certainly didn’t become a better man after you died.” Dutch says, choosing to leave it at that, an unfamiliar feeling of shame roiling in his gut. “Suffice to say, I didn’t expect myself up here at all, least of all not with these,” He says, moving back to stretch out his wings. He was still getting used to them, not accustomed to having four large, metallic gold limbs attached to his back. “Hell, they’re just like me, Arthur, look-” He brushes a hand through what looks like solid metal and what is actually soft feathers part for his hand easily. “Fake gold for a con-man.” He grins at the irony, or maybe just at the way his life had just taken a drastic turn for the better. Either way was fine.

Arthur wasn’t exactly sure what Dutch meant by that. He could only wonder what the other had gotten up to after Arthur had died, considering there was no more gang for Dutch to lead. The thought of the old days of the Van Der Linde gang still saddened Arthur when he thought too hard about it.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts though, when the older of the two decides to change the subject. Another smile is brought to Arthur’s face when Dutch starts telling him about his newfound wings, laughing softly.

“They’re damn near perfect for ya, Dutch.” The smile turned itself into a grin as he watched the other spread his golden wings out. “Much more impressive than my plain ol’ white ones, hm?” Arthur took it upon himself to spread his own feathery wings out this time, keeping the smile on his face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I sure am glad I got it,” Dutch agrees, laughing. He’s in awe of both his own wings and Arthur’s, the idea that they were both angels having completely thrown him for a loop. “You would not believe how many questions I have for you, Arthur. I have no idea where to start!” He’s still laughing, his glee at getting a new chance at life- or death, he supposes- finally shining through.

“Me too, Dutch. Me too.” Arthur finds that he quite literally can’t stop smiling. He feels as if he’d gotten his old friend back- A fatherly figure tht he’s looked up to for the better part of his life.

“Can’t say I blame ya- Ask me whatever y'want, I’ll do m'best to answer ‘em.” He lets out a laugh of his own while presented with Dutch’s overjoyed expression. Arthur was so, very happy; he can’t take his eyes off of the other man’s cheerful exterior.

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"Well, I... How have you been?" He settles on, wondering what's happened in the past years since he's been gone. He'd missed so much, even before Arthur's death to some extent.

"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

@dutchsboahs

Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just… I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

Arthur can feel the other man shake in his arms while he speaks, and he’s not sure what to feel. It was so many years ago, but does he really forgive Dutch? His heart was telling him to let go of what happened all those years ago; it was behind them now.

“Dutch, I-I…” The angel’s mind races, trying to think of something to say. He breifly pulls away ever so slightly to really see Dutch’s face- his saddened, apologetic eyes staring right back at Arthur’s. He knew that the other man had always been good at faking emotions to get what he wanted out of other’s, but his current state? Arthur knew that the sadness being shown was genuine. And seeing it made him feel awful.

“…I think I understand.” He continues what he was saying before, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Dutch, I’m forgivin’ you. ’m sorry if I’m seemin’ all quiet, it’s just- I ain’t got a clue what t'say.”

“Neither do I, son, neither do I.” He laughs a bit at the absurdity of the past hour, all of it still not quite catching up with him.

“But thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” He wipes a stray tear away with the back of his sleeve, trying to collect himself. “Oh, Hosea would’ve back-handed me on the spot. The old bastard’s up here too, I hope?” He chuckles at the thought, hoping he’ll get to see his old friend again.

He had so many questions, and so many things that he wanted to talk about with Dutch, but decided to save it for later. The man just got here after all. All Arthur knew was that he seemed genuine, and…different. Like the old Dutch; the one Arthur knew when the gang was just him and Dutch, Hosea and John.

“‘Course, Dutch. Y'seem…Different. A good different. It’s like the ‘old Dutch’ is back, heh.” Arthur repeated what he had just thinking about, watching the other wipe away his tears. He didn’t think he’d ever see Dutch Van Der Linde cry. “Sure, he’s here! The others too. It’s…It’s real nice up here, y'know? Still surprised as t'how I even got in, though.” He laughed, placing his hands on his belt buckle.

“Y'know, I didn’t expect t'see ya up here so soon, Dutch.” The fact that the other man was here meant that he had obviously lost his life, and truthfully, Arthur was curious as to how.

“It’s funny you would say that,” Dutch says with a snort. “You always were a good kid, Arthur, and I- well, I certainly didn’t become a better man after you died.” Dutch says, choosing to leave it at that, an unfamiliar feeling of shame roiling in his gut. “Suffice to say, I didn’t expect myself up here at all, least of all not with these,” He says, moving back to stretch out his wings. He was still getting used to them, not accustomed to having four large, metallic gold limbs attached to his back. “Hell, they’re just like me, Arthur, look-” He brushes a hand through what looks like solid metal and what is actually soft feathers part for his hand easily. “Fake gold for a con-man.” He grins at the irony, or maybe just at the way his life had just taken a drastic turn for the better. Either way was fine.

Arthur wasn’t exactly sure what Dutch meant by that. He could only wonder what the other had gotten up to after Arthur had died, considering there was no more gang for Dutch to lead. The thought of the old days of the Van Der Linde gang still saddened Arthur when he thought too hard about it.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts though, when the older of the two decides to change the subject. Another smile is brought to Arthur’s face when Dutch starts telling him about his newfound wings, laughing softly.

“They’re damn near perfect for ya, Dutch.” The smile turned itself into a grin as he watched the other spread his golden wings out. “Much more impressive than my plain ol’ white ones, hm?” Arthur took it upon himself to spread his own feathery wings out this time, keeping the smile on his face.

#((happy dutch is my kink))#rp #arty-morgan #dutch van der linde

“I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I sure am glad I got it,” Dutch agrees, laughing. He’s in awe of both his own wings and Arthur’s, the idea that they were both angels having completely thrown him for a loop. “You would not believe how many questions I have for you, Arthur. I have no idea where to start!” He’s still laughing, his glee at getting a new chance at life- or death, he supposes- finally shining through.

"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

@dutchsboahs

Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just… I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

Arthur can feel the other man shake in his arms while he speaks, and he’s not sure what to feel. It was so many years ago, but does he really forgive Dutch? His heart was telling him to let go of what happened all those years ago; it was behind them now.

“Dutch, I-I…” The angel’s mind races, trying to think of something to say. He breifly pulls away ever so slightly to really see Dutch’s face- his saddened, apologetic eyes staring right back at Arthur’s. He knew that the other man had always been good at faking emotions to get what he wanted out of other’s, but his current state? Arthur knew that the sadness being shown was genuine. And seeing it made him feel awful.

“…I think I understand.” He continues what he was saying before, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Dutch, I’m forgivin’ you. ’m sorry if I’m seemin’ all quiet, it’s just- I ain’t got a clue what t'say.”

“Neither do I, son, neither do I.” He laughs a bit at the absurdity of the past hour, all of it still not quite catching up with him.

“But thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” He wipes a stray tear away with the back of his sleeve, trying to collect himself. “Oh, Hosea would’ve back-handed me on the spot. The old bastard’s up here too, I hope?” He chuckles at the thought, hoping he’ll get to see his old friend again.

He had so many questions, and so many things that he wanted to talk about with Dutch, but decided to save it for later. The man just got here after all. All Arthur knew was that he seemed genuine, and…different. Like the old Dutch; the one Arthur knew when the gang was just him and Dutch, Hosea and John.

“‘Course, Dutch. Y'seem…Different. A good different. It’s like the 'old Dutch’ is back, heh.” Arthur repeated what he had just thinking about, watching the other wipe away his tears. He didn’t think he’d ever see Dutch Van Der Linde cry. “Sure, he’s here! The others too. It’s…It’s real nice up here, y'know? Still surprised as t'how I even got in, though.” He laughed, placing his hands on his belt buckle.

“Y'know, I didn’t expect t'see ya up here so soon, Dutch.” The fact that the other man was here meant that he had obviously lost his life, and truthfully, Arthur was curious as to how.

#((wings it is owo))#rp #arty-morgan #dutch van der linde

“It’s funny you would say that,” Dutch says with a snort. “You always were a good kid, Arthur, and I- well, I certainly didn’t become a better man after you died.” Dutch says, choosing to leave it at that, an unfamiliar feeling of shame roiling in his gut. “Suffice to say, I didn’t expect myself up here at all, least of all not with these,” He says, moving back to stretch out his wings. He was still getting used to them, not accustomed to having four large, metallic gold limbs attached to his back. “Hell, they’re just like me, Arthur, look-” He brushes a hand through what looks like solid metal and what is actually soft feathers part for his hand easily. “Fake gold for a con-man.” He grins at the irony, or maybe just at the way his life had just taken a drastic turn for the better. Either way was fine.

"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

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Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

@dutchsboahs

Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just… I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

Arthur can feel the other man shake in his arms while he speaks, and he’s not sure what to feel. It was so many years ago, but does he really forgive Dutch? His heart was telling him to let go of what happened all those years ago; it was behind them now.

“Dutch, I-I…” The angel’s mind races, trying to think of something to say. He breifly pulls away ever so slightly to really see Dutch’s face- his saddened, apologetic eyes staring right back at Arthur’s. He knew that the other man had always been good at faking emotions to get what he wanted out of other’s, but his current state? Arthur knew that the sadness being shown was genuine. And seeing it made him feel awful.

“…I think I understand.” He continues what he was saying before, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “Dutch, I’m forgivin’ you. ’m sorry if I’m seemin’ all quiet, it’s just- I ain’t got a clue what t'say.”

#((do they have wings or??))#((im curious lol))#rp #arty-morgan #dutch van der linde

“Neither do I, son, neither do I.” He laughs a bit at the absurdity of the past hour, all of it still not quite catching up with him.

“But thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” He wipes a stray tear away with the back of his sleeve, trying to collect himself. “Oh, Hosea would’ve back-handed me on the spot. The old bastard’s up here too, I hope?” He chuckles at the thought, hoping he’ll get to see his old friend again.

"Well, I must say I am surprised. Who would have thought some two-bit thieves like ourselves would be allowed through the pearly gates?" Dutch chuckles, looking half in awe and half amused. He pulls Arthur into a tight hug. "It's good to see you're okay, son." ((~angelic~ from @dutchsboahs))

Send “angelic” for an AU where my muse is an angel:

Dutch wasn’t the only one who was surprised by this situation. The day Arthur heard that Dutch Van Der Linde had arrived in a place such as this had the former outlaw far beyond shocked, and more so for the fact that he was going to have to be faced with seeing the man again. It’d been years since he’s seen Dutch though, and truthfully, Arthur’s mindset was mostly forgiving over the things that the older man had done to him. Maybe being an angelic creature now just had that sort of affect on him.“Dutch…?” It was the only thing Arthur could say. Being called ‘son’ by that voice again, the tight, friendly hug- it was so strange.

@dutchsboahs

#((i will die on the dutch had brain damage hill i WILL))#rp #arty-morgan #dutch van der linde

Tears come to Dutch’s eyes unwillingly as everything starts to catch up to him and he pulls away to look Arthur in the eyes.

“Arthur, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, son, I just... I lost myself.” His voice cracks violently as it always has when he’s upset.

“I am so sorry for everything I did to you, and to John, and to all the rest. If you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, I would understand that, I would, but I just had to see you.” He looks heart-breakingly fragile in this moment, a side of himself that he rarely allowed to be seen. He could still feel the wind rushing past his face as he fell to his death, could still hear all the terrible things he’d said and done to John, to his family.

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Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

ask--john-marston

❝Just let it out…no need to hold it in.❞ from Hosea? @dutchsboahs

Lately John hadn’t been very talkative, not showing any emotion, and he tried not to make any contact with anyone in the camp. He sat on the side of his bed, staring at the floor, Hosea sitting next to him. “.. there.. there wouldn’t be any use doing that. ..”