#deadeyer

[truewest]

@deadeyer sent: ❛ run. as far and as fast as you can. ❜

a snarl meets those words, they come across to close to an order for jesse to tolerate them. besides, he's not a goddamn coward that's gonna run off and leave the other man to fend for himself. "i can shoot a gun," he hisses that out through a clenched jaw, one hand going to the belt that hands too loose on his hips where a pistol makes it's home.

a stolen gun, taken from the governors mansion when he fled the mistakes at home, but his now.

stealing a peak over the rock he'd been trying to nap against before the sound of horses approaching woke him, jess counted the men coming for them. "there's only eight." and two of them, that's not even but jesse isn't afraid to die.

"if you're scared feel free to take off, i'll hold them back." arrogance drips from his mouth, but more than that's it's a stubborn sense of his own ability to survive.

[atwolfehunt]

              " no. " whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he's gonna ask of her, she's not in the mood. it's a nice day, the sun is out and she's dog tired. having a nap under a tree while rohan grazes nearby is all the fuck she wants to do today. on the cusp of dozing herself, if he wakes her properly, she's prepared to bite him. " lie down or fuck off, morgan. m'busy. " ( @deadeyer )

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“you really don’t gotta do that, not for me.”

tommy chuckles, he looks the other man up and down. his expression somewhat amused. arthur had always been something of a humble man, hadn't he? it took him a moment to remember that. ❛ 𝐨𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧! 𝐢'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. ❜

he about near shoves the gear he was holding into arthur's arms before slapping him on the shoulder with a smile. he gives the shoulder a reassuring squeeze before placing his hands on his hips. ❛ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❜ he says giving a nonchalant shrug.

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“ i know that look. ”  

tommy hadn't noticed arthur's eyes on him, but figuring it out didn't change the look. he couldn't mask how he was feeling. not this time. ❛ 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. ❜ it was an uncomfortable situation. their small few holed up while another group waited out the night to smoke them out in the morning. he lowered his head. he was breathing heavy, trying to keep calm. ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ❜ he's on his feet in a huff, kicking empty cans across the floor. the sudden noise only makes the silence that follows that much heavier.

tommy goes through a number of stances, thinking over what he's already made his mind up to do. finally, he drags a hand down his face slowly and turns back to the other. ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞... ❜ he's angry and overconfident. ❛ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨? 𝐢𝐭'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬. ❜ / @deadeyer

[wolfkcst]

Random prompts -Accepting!! @deadeyer​​

           Eyes roll at the question from the outlaw, hands resting on their hips as the wolf-kissed glanced up at him with arched eyebrows. Clearly they were annoyed by the situation as well. Eivor felt they were handling this situation just fine until he showed up and took the matters into his own hands.                    ❝Aye. That would seem to be the case.❞            Comes a snarky response from the outlaw, annoyance written all over their face and their sharp tongue.                    ❝I had this handled just fine. You don’t need to babysit me.❞              Even if they were a little bit bloody. That’s asides the point.