arthur morgan doesn't know tenderness like he should. he's never been meant for the good, outlaw by blood and soul, always on the run, always somewhere not meant for the belonging. but you are made of everything tender, of everything good, of everything meant for the sunlight. he doesn't understand why you'd love him-- an ugly old fool that's never done anything of worth, even if he's heard a thousand words of thanks from people all over the land.
no, he doesn't understand why you love him, but he believes it when you say you do ; some things aren't worth overthinking because he knows all roads will lead to doubt and some kind of hurt. it's only right to believe in you and your heart, always.
"what're you doin' there?"
you pause, flowers and twine in hand. it's almost funny, he thinks, the way you blink owlishly like you've almost been caught in the act. but your smile is quick to bloom and his heart is just as quick to beat faster at such a sight.
"making something, arthur." you mumble, continuing to weave the flowers in the twine as he settles next to you on the worn blanket near the lake.
you throw him a faint smile at his cheeky tone, patting his knee for only a moment before focusing once more. you're not talking like you normally do, not asking about his day or what he did ; instead, your attention remains captive to the flower crown, gaze occasionally flickering to his warm one. he doesn't bother you. he doesn't speak, either, just watches in mild fascination at your dexterity.
and once it's done? it's a beautiful thing-- just like you, he thinks. but he doesn't get to say that, interrupted by the way your eyes seem to light up as you place it on his head.
"...perfect!" you exclaim proudly, letting out a sigh of relief. "almost thought your head might be too big, arthur."
he blinks once, twice, tries to register your actions and words before letting out a laugh.
"sayin' my head is too big?"
"sometimes." you answer, grinning as he pulls you into his lap. "good thing this fits you just right."
another laugh as he shakes his head, arm wrapping around your waist as he peppers your face with kisses.
"...you're mighty lucky i love you, y'know that?"
"mm. mighty lucky, indeed. i happen to love you too, mr. morgan."
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