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forevenge asked : “ shut up and get your mind on the job at hand. come on.” from arthur to sean

Lost the ask meme / @forevenge

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. Or the very beginning of one that got cut off by Arthur. He was remarking to Arthur that one of the men they were robbing looked like the infamous Mr. Bell. That was quick to get Sean to mention his hatred for him and make a joke about the whole ordeal. He was telling Arthur how if he didn’t keep a steady eye on him, didn’t get a second glance, it would so happen that he would become loose with his trigger.

He rolled his eyes at his comment, his hand going up to adjust his hat as it was sitting funny on the crown of his head.

❝ You get to flop your gums all day long, but when I get a word in -- then it’s all wrong, ❞ he mumbled under his breath. He was within the back of the stagecoach, his hands just itching to get this safe cracked open. He just had to keep an ear out and listen to the right sound to be able to crack the code. If he was right, there should be five hundred dollars within this safe and a few gold bars to boot.

#asks #forevenge #( 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌? ; asks (( Sean ))#( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Sean )#( I am so sorry for the wait ! )

@forevenge asked . . .

❝ this place feels like a prison. ❞ Abigail to John

|| god of war starters. || accepting.

he understands as soon as she speaks, head lifting to meet her eyes from whatever menial task he had given himself to try and keep busy. there were no walls in this camp, but still the air here felt suffocating, even more so than the humid airs of the southern camps they’d so quickly moved from. nothing felt right anymore - not the gang, not these camps, not dutch . . . and certainly not micah.

( if that man spoke to his son again, there was no telling what john was gonna do. )

yet they don’t need attention drawn to them. dutch’s attentions were already trained on him and arthur, and he didn’t want - no, he couldn’t have any suspicion at all on him about his plans to leave. not if they were going to get out quietly, with as little harm to jack as possible.

so he gives her a casual smile. reaches over and pats her shoulder like a dismissive husband calms an anxious wife.

“ it ain’t too much like prison.

food’s worse. ”

#🌵 replies (john.)#forevenge #forevenge; abigail #( john vc #don't be suspicious #doooon't be suspicious )

♞ @forevenge insisted: “it’s clearly not nothing.” From arthur

miscellaneous angst starters.

He was dismissive before, not wanting to let his pride waver, cave down atop of him before Arthur’s very eyes. But that was what was happening regardless. He was chemically imbalanced, his mind trying to grasp hold of the man he had been but the stress was unfolding the more instinctual side of Dutch, the side he has been pushing down all this while but Arthur has seen through his disguise. He can deny it no longer yet he still tries to convince his prodigy that he is well.

❛ I already told you it ain’t. I just need to sleep it’s been three days since I even got a wink and the situation we are in ain’t good for nobody. Even you. Arthur, you don’t look too good all of a sudden. Maybe you should be more concerned with yourself. ❜

#♚ I have a plan [ic]#♜ insist? [inbox].#♛ he insists upon it [answered].#forevenge

@forevenge said :

“ 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. ”

smoke plumes from crooked lips. he doesn’t quite look at her, but pries a glance beneath a low set brim. he’s not looking at her eyes. but her lips, her chin, and neck. another inhale before he lets out a little laugh. the kind of laugh that makes their skin crawl. ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐥. cause you make good money all on your own, huh ? don’t need nothin’ --- 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨, and then you 𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 me about it. and if i don’t give it to you --- i’m the bad man. ❜ he tosses his cigarette at their feet but doesn’t bother to stomp it out. ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 ? ❜

accepting ,

#me : don't me rude #john : is rude #:/#forevenge

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❛ It’s a fine thing you got there, son. Not many folks posses the divine power of the literary world. ❜ Most of camp could not read at all, not like Dutch and Hosea. So it was refreshing that the youngest was able to. ❛ But it ain’t just about reading as you know. These tricks of the trade won’t work in every situation. ❜ As the unfortunate nineteen year old had just had to accept. That had all gone bitter at a far greater rate than either one of them could have anticipated. Damn Bronte. Dutch will see to it that the snake would not be able to double-cross them again.

His head is still throbbing from the trolley-crash. ❛ For starters there are slipperier adders in this world than there are in the world of books. ❜

/ @forevenge [for Lenny] ♚

#♚ I have a plan [ic]#forevenge

@forevenge said : 🔪 Point a weapon at my muse / from sadie 😈

despite the feverish day , the boiling glaucoma of the horizon , it’s a steelcold metal that burns the tip of his nose && sears the skin porcelain white . the scent of gunpowder triggers an itch at that he won’t acknowledge , crow’s feet cracking around his eyes against an otherwise youthful appearance . his face curiously untouched beneath blots of wear , oddly innocent . somewhere in striae hidden a supplicant of death .

❝ hello... miss ? ❞ soreness tugs against his lips when he offers a smile catching the sun between golden teeth . there’s hardly any water out in these parts && his had to be shared with a mule , a skinny && short four - legged thing . when it called it sounded like a cry && when it’s head nod with joy you could not help but find a wallow of pity congested in your stomach && for that reason he bore a softened sentimentality towards the mule . keeping the reins steady in one hand , the other resting on the saddle’s horn . nowhere’s the posture of a man held gun point . i could almost believe that naivete , oblivious to my life in another person’s hand . a walk of life not knowing what it was to fall from arms of oaked limbs . that sense of wonder lodged in scars that’ve been fading on his face since babel fell . he fixes the hat on his head . ❝ hope i’m not intruding on anything . ❞

#forevenge #✗ ic.#✗ inbox.#this is so messy my writing is Not on point 2day but y'know what #that's ok

@forevenge (Lenny) asked: ❝ i’m dying. ❞ From lenny ( ok but what if he lived a little longer after getting shot I’m sorry )

things that are hard to hear -- still accepting

Lenny was becoming an increasingly heavy weight against Arthur’s shoulders, trying his best to led and carry him across rooftops without getting spotted and further shot at. Arthur PRIDED himself upon being a quick shot, a skill he tried to keep up throughout the years, yet he hadn’t been quick enough to spare Lenny a bullet when those men stepped out behind a corner on that rooftop.

Should have been covering him, that was HIS fault. However, Lenny was still alive--in a BAD way, but alive.

“No, you’re not…” he almost growled, trying to ignore his own exhaustion as he continued to help him follow Dutch toward another rooftop for a place to hide out the chaos for a while. (If Lenny would survive that long was a question that a quiet voice was saying in the back of his head, but Arthur was trying not to listen too heavily to that one just yet.)

“Dutch’s gonna find a place to hide, we’ll get out ‘f here and you’ll get patched up. Just need t’ keep goin’.”

Much like most of the situation, he wanted to ignore the way his voice sounded in his own ears and the threat of that being some EMPTY PROMISE.

#forevenge #how many days ? || main verse .#q.#[hhhhhh]

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