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@lustinfernal
Red Dead Redemption 2
Dutch van der Linde, Molly O’Shea
༄ * / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽 .
“ MISS O’SHEA. looking beautiful as ever on this fine morning. i know these last few months have been hell for us, but i do believe things are about to look up. all we needed was a new perspective and a bit of fresh air. i’m fixing to ride into town for a few things, and i would consider it an honor if you accompanied me. ” @lustinfernal commented here for a dialogue based dutch van der linde starter.
the sudden lift of her head was that of a doe having caught the suspicious crunching of dried foliage in the near distance. for the beckoning of one voice, & one voice alone, had always been supple enough to cast her attention anywhere but on the task at hand. eyes were light, almost twinkling at the very words that were spoken, & with suppressed mirth, the young woman held the book in her hands against her chest in the endeavour of hiding her heart that so fluttered with concealed joy.
“ why, dutch... ” her voice carried soft & tender, like the fragile petals of a flower. the very blooms of a smile creeping upon her rouged lips. “ it would be a pleasure to accompany you. —— 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. ”
Tell me about the book you’re reading while I kiss your neck
“so please, PleaAaAaAse, excuse me” omgg he is just soooo mean 😭
famous first lines of poetry // BOLD the ones that apply to your muse .
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart ) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art – // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
TAGGED BY: @unwest ♡
TAGGING: anyone who wants to do the thing !
𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐞.
༄ * / 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝚁𝙳𝙰𝚆𝙽 .
THE MORNING AIR IS CRISP , refreshing before the afternoons heat broke through the trees with unabashed daylight. He has been up since the break of dawn, tending to chores both personal and complimentary to the camp. He enjoys it, when it’s peaceful and quiet, the bustle of the camp not quite as lively as it would be soon enough. Not as though he would trade it for any other sort of life but with the rise of his favorite people, so too awoke other more unsavory types.
Those he preferred to avoid should he be able.
His footsteps are quiet over the dewy grass, a shoulder rolled to loosen the tension from his night of restless sleep. Perhaps it was his aging cot… or perhaps it was the weight of something else that seemed to settle itself over the camp indiscriminately. The man was certain he wasn’t the only one who felt it, even if none of them dared touch upon it. Things would be fine, as Dutch said, they worried over nothing.
Arthur carries on closer to the edge of camp, a cup of coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in his other. Pink and purple hues splash across the horizon, blue settled just behind as the sun continues to rise. If he’s lucky it’ll be another few moments to enjoy before it’s completely overtaken, eyes to the sky as he rounds the a large rock on the cliff face - only to find someone he’d not been expecting.
❛ Good mornin’, Ms. O’Shea. ❜ He dips his head in polite greeting, the brim of his hat cast over his features. Arthur takes the opportunity to eye her, cigarette lifted to his lips. He inhales heavy, lets the smoke fill his lungs as he considers what to say. She looks tired, a little red around the eyes like maybe she’d been crying and though it’s not his place but he ventures anyway. ❛ Sleep okay? ❜
@lustinfernal !
𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 —— but far worse were the nights. long & arduous. more often than not, they felt never-ending. like an eternity filled with gritted teeth & infinite tossing and turning. thoughts consumed by impending doom, dreams haunted by the ghost of their former ways, their former life. for molly, it seemed that the pale moon would descend from the sky & settle upon her chest where with its weight, it would crush her. suffocating her, slowly. all until the rise of its flaming sister in the morn, casting light upon shadows & atoning the land of any former darkness. the weight was lifted, but there were two places the glorious sun simply could not reach. the aching vessel known as her heart, & the deepest corners of her mind that never knew rest.
great solace was to be found in looking to the west, bearing witness to the previous night as it creeped off over the vast horizon. but like her lips, the surrounds of her sage eyes were tinted a similar rosy shade. 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 & 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. her teeth clenched & the soft muscle of her neck tensed albeit quivering in some sort of battle to keep her emotions buried down in her throat where they threatened to spill over. arms crossed almost restrainingly over her own chest. molly had not expected company, so the arrival of another without a doubt left her startled. —— “ ‘ello there, arthur. ”
her voice was sweet, the slightest bit 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛 than she had ever intended. for the greeting had been more out of habit rather than what was felt inside. the look plastered upon her freckled face clearly contrasted with her used tone. the moment would soon enough pass, one figured. “ i slept as best as one possibly can in times such as these. ” an underlying sense of enervation dripped from each word she spoke. a clear lack of confidence in her eyes as she glanced at the outlaw. “ i still haven’t quite 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 to the reality of sleeping under a roof made of canvas. ‘specially in a place as foreign as this. ”
Pretty little thing, […] doubtless she’ll polish up sufficient when the need arises.
get you a woman who looks at you the same way that molly looks at dutch !
༄ * / 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚂𝙲𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙳 .
Kassandra attempted to sneak in the camp undetected by concerned gazes, and questions. However, it was a failed attempt as soon as Molly had found her sneaking in. She couldn’t tell the events that followed, because Miss O’Shea was so insistent on getting her somewhere safe for her to bandage up her wounds. Tan scarred lips pulled into a small pout, but decided to set still for the woman to bandage up her wounds. She only meant well. ❝I’m always careful out there. It was just- that one time.❞ Her brief pause indicated a grunt of pain, amber hues gazing down at the woman with careful and genuine kindness in them. ❝It ain’t the first time I’ve dealt with someone ruthless and cruel. I’ll live, Ms. O’Shea.❞
to most, molly did not seem like the calibre of woman to give much of a care unless it concerned her own self in some way. though contrary to common belief, she were a woman that felt deeply, & often fretted for those around her —— perhaps far more than she could ever possibly portray. “ i’m sure it wasn’t the first time, but that doesn’t make you any more immune to their 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂. i hope ye realise that much. ”
none but a pointed look within her sage eyes & a subtle curve twisting at the end of gentle lips, an upward one at that. a sigh escaped from the woman with the fire kissed hair. & as the task was done with, she carefully tied a sturdy knot with the remaining fabric & moved to wash her perfectly unmarred hands in a nearby pale of clouded water, later drying them on a stained smock. “ ye know... ye just about made my heart stop when i caught ye wandering about here in such a way. —— let me bring you a cup of hot coffee or tea or something. ”
me thinking about molly’s undying love and loyalty to a man so blinded by greed and his own insatiable desire to be ‘evermore free’ when freedom was already his to begin with.
“ My adoration of her was so unto itself it could not refer outward. ”
༄ * / 𝚄𝙽𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃 .
♞ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 their shadows cast to the west & stretched elongate like strands of the night before still bleeding out the contraband of an iron blue DAWN & a small fire pulsed ahead of them deceptive & malevolent while the sun rose elliptic from its golden reef in last of their quarrelless mornings . scarves of DUST hugged the camp & faded into its opening where the horses & their feet kicked up vaporous dirt like a stain of their arriving . a spark had found the camp when jack returned the same way it had black - tinted when they road to the BRAITHEWAITES & their hearts had begun to beat with the excitement of pilgrims on new land before the plights of it set rolling in . there was no calm before the storm that weighed the air around them & jostled with thunderheads too far to hear , come to hound the inhabitants of this forlorn region where they’ve come to hide from 𝐆𝐨𝐝 .
the words encountered distant ears & present eyes . a mug of coffee likewise at his lips & him observing the smile on hers & wondering what had brought forth the interaction & what had brought her over to HIM . between the two was often a lack of dialogue or SELDOM the presence of it & an uncertainty of what her thoughts were of him — ❛ is that what you think , 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨’𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚 ? ❜ & the ABSENCE of his own affirmation . he rolled back his shoulders as if to relieve the tension from them & with it a heavy breath . ❛ can’t say i’m too sure that’s it , but i might just have to take your word on it . ❜
the words he uttered, they toyed with the crescent curvature already present upon her rouged lips. his stubbornness, unsurprising. as by now the irishwoman had learned that bull-headedness was a trait beheld by all men, no matter their affliction. the smile that once laid upon her face had dissipated about as swiftly as his certainty. softness had washed over her freckled features, & then appeared a look of knowing from within her pine green hues. “ i’ve spoken with abigail, john. i’ve noticed the kind of... light within yer eyes. ever since the boy’s return, that is. ”
“ he’s a beautiful boy. & 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 & 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. ” —— burning a grand estate to the ground & killing off an entire family of wicked southern folk. to molly, it appeared a whole lot MORE than just reclaiming something that was stolen. it looked an awful lot like genuine concern, like love. “ —— most’a us here never had such paternal luck. ”
* / ℳ ⡊ starter call . ───── @warscrred
a sanguine scent lingered about in the cooling afternoon air, but was later replaced by the savour of pearson’s stew & a crackling fire that served to keep all that desired it warm & at ease after a difficult & seemingly never-ending day. within stone’s throw, ginger brows had been pulled together in a bout of unwavering concentration as their freckled hands worked to wrap & bandage one of many wounds that had arisen through the gruelling day it had been.
“ 𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ! ” —— lips of scarlet puckered with utmost gentleness & her everglade green eyes spoke of softness & genuine solicitude. their focus, unquestionable as they remained fixed upon the delicate task at hand. “ there are some horrible, HORRIBLE people in this world. jus’ plain ruthless & cruel. ”
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