#maydette

[redemn]

❝        all  your  rooms're  full  ?      well  ,      that  ain't  good  ,      now  is  it  ?        ❞        and  he  says  it  so  she  knows  he's  caught  her  now  .      so  !      she  hasn't  been  paying  attention  ,      and  it  amuses  arthur  greatly  to  the  point  he  almost  smiles  .      he's  only  gone  and  slipped  a  rumour  across  the  table  ,      folded  nearly  like  a  billfold  of  five  ,      fingers  expectant  and  gaze  ever  observant  as  he  watches  her  over  the  side  of  the  thumb  he  has  pressed  to  his  bottom  lip  .      come  on  ,      attention  :      focus  on  him  instead  of  anyone  else  here  .      the  place  is  quiet  as  it  is  :      sometimes  ,      one  of  the  other  patrons  will  cough  ,      or  laugh  ,      or  start  up  a  loud  and  half-drunken  conversation  with  the  man  he'd  come  here  with  ,      but  it's  the  only  break  of  silence  other  than  the  one  arthur's  opened  with  .

he's  more  than  ready  to  take  it  ,      though  .        ❝        this  the  part  where  you  ask  whatever  you  wanna  ,      miss  annabelle  .        ❞        that  tense  humor  dissipates  and  loosens  from  his  shoulders  ,      and  he  lets  out  a  breath  with  it  and  sets  his  elbow  on  the  countertop  .      now  that  he  can  settle  into  the  conversation  she's  so  graciously  allowed  ,      he  can  get  himself  a  little  more  comfortable  .        ❝        i  mean  it  .      them  killin'  each  other  ,      just  down  the  way  where  your  folk  'round  here  won't  go  .      that's  why  i  got  somethin'  at  my  side  ,      but  …  relax  ,      i  ain't  gonna  use  it  on  no  one  here  .      what  i  heard  was  ,      they  got  a  bad  bunch  runnin'  around  out  there  in  them  trees  ,      and  they  come  down  and  they  get  into  all  sorts'a  fights  .      and  they  kill  each  other  for  a  nickel  .      how  you  like  to  be  a  victim'a  that  ?        ❞

╰ ゜@maydette.  /  continued .

[b4rren]

maybe we can share one.

@maydette / meme.

the look in his eye - of jejune wonder at such easy acceptance - betrays the cautious way he wonders, "are you allowed to do that?" though if he had to guess, the rules around here might be so simple as: if he doesn't tell, then no one will know. he's tugging the beer towards him, anyway, taking a sip. it fizzes uncomfortably down his throat. "drink on the job, i mean?"

[b4rren]

the world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.

maybe she doesn't mean it in any reverential way; maybe she was unchained from any opposing virtue a long time ago and she says it because it's true to how she feels. but to him, it's freedom. (it's not all just some fantasy of peccancy inside his head! someone else sees it too!) @maydette / meme.

"you think?" he needs her to say it again, maybe. for permission to actually internalize it.

[allthatwas-moved]

i bet we would have been best friends as kids.

she was never quite good at making friends,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎always being told she was too loud,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too much,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too messy or too trashy...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so she thinks about it hard,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a grin stretching over her face.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@maydette may be right‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in this moment maybe rose is just reflecting on all the things that compiled over her childhood years,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the jokes thrown in her direction for where she lived,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at expense of her mother),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but still rose looks her over to consider it intensely.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"yeah?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a huffed laugh comes out of her parted lips,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎truly she starts to believe it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the friends she did make were never the classic preppy girls or guys,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎never the jocks or athletes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but the weird ones out,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe annabelle was truly right.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i'd love to have seen it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bet we would've made teachers pull out their hair."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now a proper tyler smile slips across her full features as she nudges the other.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i wasn't much of a good kid."

[coyotlindo]

❛ Tell me how to help you. ❜

❝𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞❞ rp meme. ( not accepting ) / @maydette

" more whiskey would be a good start. " cheshire smile is wide and lazy, making tired eyes squeeze shut momentarily. his cheeks are heated by the alcohol, spreading a faint blush on them. he leans back in his chair, tipping it slightly over backwards, fingers drumming on the table top. the bar isn't too full yet, they're only in the early evening hours. but this is what he does at times, unashamed of it whenever the drink numbs his mind, and ashamed only on the mornings after. there's a song about this in his repertoire as well, ( of course there is, ) floating around somewhere in the back of his mind this very moment . . . amigo vino . . . head is tipped to the side as if it weighs too heavy on his shoulders and he gives the barmaid a sweet look. maybe it is the alcohol talking, or maybe loneliness. " and my lap feels kinda cold. "

[redemn]

they've  only  heard  rumors  ,      but  it's  rumors  arthur's  run  with  all  his  life  ,      and  he's  not  about  to  make  the  mistakes  of  his  youth  out  here  in  his  thirties  ,      when  experience  toils  a  heavy  burden  under  his  belt  .      there  are  people  out  looking  for  him  that  won't  hesitate  to  cut  down  someone  by  his  side  ,      either  .      but  neither  does  he  want  to  leave  annabelle  by  her  lonesome  for  the  walk  back  when  it's  dark  .      so  he'd  pulled  up  to  the  small  cabin  a  mile  up  the  hill  ,      swung  those  reins  around  the  trunk  of  a  nearby  tree  and  shoved  her  through  the  door  in  front  of  him  ,      where  he's  got  the  door  shut  and  his  gun  in  hand  ,      because  :  ❝  we’re  safer  a  mile  away  .      they  ain’t  gonna  be  checkin’  here  .      ❞  

@maydette  .    ❝  why  do  you  think  we’re  any  safer  here ?  ❞

❝        ‘cause  i  know  the  minds  of  criminals  ,        ❞        he  whispers  harshly  ,      moving  himself  around  to  the  only  window  of  the  cabin  and  shifting  to  the  side  to  peer  outside  ,        ❝        better  than  most  people  ‘round  here  ,      that’s  for  damn  sure  .      and  the  first  place  they’d  be  lookin’s  your  damn  little  tavern  down  the  way  .        ❞        he  pulls  back  ,      leaning  against  the  wall  .        ❝        that  and  the  hotel  down  your  road  are  the  two  best  places  to  find  another  outlaw  when  he  got  no  business  bein’  around  .      i  got  no  plans’a  bein’  strangled  in  my  sleep  or  roped  up  when  i’m  three sheets to the wind  .        ❞

his  gaze  settles  on  annabelle  now  ,      as  tough  with  determination  as  it  is  regretful  .      she  has  no  business  being  tied  up  in  this  .      least  of  all  when  he  shouldn’t  have  been  around  in  the  first  place  .        ❝        i  suppose  i  owe  you  an  apology  for  all  this  .      draggin’  you  into  my  business  .      but  if  i  can  do  somethin’  about  it  ,      i  will  ,      and  i  ain’t  about  to  let  you  go  walkin’  back  out  toward  town  when  i  know  someone’s  gonna  be  givin’  you  trouble  in  the  next  hour  .      besides    …        ❞        he  glances  around  the  small  cabin  .        ❝        this  ain’t  so  bad  .      at  least  we  got  a  roof  over  our  heads  .      and  you            ❞        here  ,      he  gestures  over  toward  her  with  the  hand  that  holds  his  revolver            ❝        got  someone  here  gonna  protect  you  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[crowshoots-moved]

@maydette liked for a canon dialogue starter!

ㅤㅤ" EITHER THEY'RE INTERESTED in wasting a lot of bullets, or those are warning shots. "

[tardisghosted]

@maydette asked: "hey. you look tired. you alright?"

" oh, um... " there was a slight startle as the woman gently spoke to her, mostly caused by the fact that autumn really had fallen asleep, hand pressed against her cheek to prop herself up. " yeah, i'm- i'm sorry. " she rubbed her hands down her face, trying to wake herself up. it didn't really help much. " i was just waiting for a friend. " stay put, the doctor had told her, i'll be right back. and stay put she did. she'd sat on the porch of the barber's shop, listening to the hustle and bustle and occasionally talking to people who stopped to ask who she was. she was excited to explore, but not without the doctor. eventually somebody had convinced her to at least let them escort her into the saloon where it was a little cooler, assuaging her fear that her friend wouldn't know where to find her. how long ago had that been? she didn't know what time it was; she hadn't brought her phone with her because it was the wild west. maybe it was getting late. the tardis would feed watson, right? why hadn't the doctor come back? " i can leave, " she offered, finding and wrapping her hands around the mug of cider she'd ordered when she first came in. it was barely drank, and at this point it was warm. she followed it up with an additional quiet, " sorry. "