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[gildedinferno-a]

“ I thought we were family!”

nothing mattered now, his mind was in a haze, he and arthur were far from what they once were, he could no longer trust him, and he heard him… his other son, his youngest boy. he saw the boy he’d left for dead return right in front of him, never thinking that this outcome would happen. it was unthinkable, but dutch was far too gone. ‘ my boy. ‘ he spoke with regret. he stopped the tears from welling at the corners of his eye. ‘ we are. oh… ‘ such a sad sound slipping from between his lips as he exhales weakly. ‘ we are family, john. my son… my boy. ‘

cannot remember // accepting tho. @scardoubt

[lonesighta]

         ❛     WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPEAK SO MUCH?     ❜    it’s said with lighthearted exasperation, a quirk of his head soon following.   side-by-side, the two of them walk together, charles can only listen to the sound of his voice for a moment or two before he’s speaking up.    ❛    it’s . . . incessant.    ❜

@scardoubt / canon dialogue !

[fcragil]

“ You’re special to me. ”

writing prompts  |  accepting!

a summer sun wanes ‘cross the horizon .     the light breeze is a refreshingly cool to kiss their warmed cheeks , the ombre hues hinting to the nostalgic memories of when they were young , parting ways when dusk hit .     now , goodbyes did not have to come as quick .     they can lay beneath the stars coming , like she’s always wanted to do .the nightly wind that quietly approaches rustles the leaves belonging to beloved childhood tree .     shade which begins to blanket them plenty now , her fingers crawl through soft blades of grass .     they weave betwixt hardened digits , trained instruments that know metal more than her tender touch .the moment is more than dreamed of , nearly comes as disbelief … they are reunited time and time again .     aerith is wishful on a silly little thing called fate .     every day she knows she should not be , her heart unable to set on anythin’ else otherwise .

‘     john …     ‘     a shy whisper whilst she roll to side , the view of him gazing skyward cause the palpitations within chest .     the moment spurs on butterflies , adoring doe eyes holding confession whilst unprepared for his endearing words .rendered briefly speechless , new colour risen to her lightly freckled cheeks … a coquettish simper steals a seat ‘pon rosy lips .     he elates her with this disclosure , and she settles herself closer to him than before .     her gentle grasp bonding their hands together gives a subtle squeeze , perfectly content to share this moment longer .aerith chose to conceal her lips for another time .

[lonesighta]

“ this goddamn weather.”

        ❛    HOPEFULLY IT’LL BREAK SOON.    ❜    voice carries the small distance between them, the rhythmic tapping of a hammer breaking through the silence every second and a half.    the heat has coiled and become smoldering, sun basked high in the sky with all its brilliant glory.   still, the two of them do not rest, even as uncle lays STREWN ACROSS THE GROUND, snoring lightly beneath the shade of a nearby tree.    the heat has only worsened as the day continues, stifling their work and only heightening john’s annoyance.    BEECHER’S HOPE WAS A DREAM — john’s dream, to be specific, and one that charles wouldn’t mind building from the ground up. 

         charles is the one to decides it’s best to break for the time being, urging john to do so as well.   if they work for countless hours, there wouldn’t be much of them left.   and even so, gazing up at the endless land and plains, he catches himself short in his thoughts.    a glance is given in john’s direction, charles uses his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow, sweeping thick hair behind his shoulder thereafter and tying it tight.    ❛    we shouldn’t work in the sun for so long, maybe we should start again tomorrow.    ❜

@scardoubt / redemption pt 1 !

[fcragil]

“ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

writing prompts  |  accepting!

‘     jo– eee ! –hn  !! stop , don’t you dare !     ‘     hands press outward as if to thwart him back .     nevermind that she stood a little silly with her hips pressing back , anything to keep his trigger fingers from pulling anymore shots .her antics of throwing acorns and taunting him were catching up to her , john actually decided to retaliate this time .     accidentally discovering a way to subdue her .     she already didn’t like this upper hand he been dealt , poorly hiding the truth when he took a shot to tickle her ribs     (     her weakness !     ) .the more he advanced another step back she took , arms waving her steady hands to block his .     if she weren’t ticklish , she wouldn’t be working so hard to defend herself , ergo john already knew his answer .     each moment he faked a quick lunge forward aerith squeaked before falling into a fit of a chuckle without being touched .     ‘     john ! stop picking on me !     ‘     the words slipped out in a playful laugh and he should have seen the look on his face .     aerith knew she would receive no mercy .he leaped forward this time and aerith quickly took to turn and bolt away      ‘     john ! noo !!     ‘     oh , it was a mistake .     swallowed up in his arms , his fingers found all the right places and she cried out in a laugh .     ‘     j– j– ah ! –hnnn !     ‘

it was torture , pure evil , he was asking for trouble when she had the chance to get him back .     she can feel her lungs getting tight as they run out of air .     an ache in her tummy from tensing up at the play of his digits , she squirmed and wiggled as best she could to break free .     ‘     i– i–      ‘     tears welled into the corner of her eyes , pinched shut and laughing whilst a few tight aired giggles squeaked past her lips .     ‘     i c– can’t breathe !     ‘     her hands tried to push his arms away but she could feel his warmth envelope her as he hugged her close . ‘     i– i– ahha ! i’m going to throw , eeehehe ! so many acorns at you !     ‘     her breath was lost , laughter spilling out as she could barely stand .     the tips of her toes narrowly grazed the ground as she kept curling her knees up , and she could hear his own laughter mixing in with her own .     ‘     oh yeah ? well how you gonna do that ?     ‘     she hears close to her ear , it makes her want to be fussy but she’s too busy struggling to get out of his hold .

[fcragil]

a soft crunch ‘neath her boot draws a foot back .     john kept his pace ambling forward , whilst she pauses to kneel down .     a fair hand brushing through random blades of grass and soil , she feels the pebble like item that stopped her leisure stride . they were not far from an unplanned destination .     tiny acorn scooped into palm as she rose to her feet .     she weren’t in no mood to really exercise in catching up to him .     arm winding back , a throw releases and she pegs the back of his shoulder .     a dull sound emitted before acorn landed back to the ground whence it came .     ‘     wrong way , stupid boy .     ‘ her light snicker is concealed behind palm .     it’s an innocent taunt , that accompanies itself with a nostalgic flutter in her ribs .     doe eyes watching the event unfold out as he pauses in step , her position several arm lengths away whilst she gesture him to look about     (     just as she did     ) .     ‘     doesn’t this look familiar to you ?     ‘ faint simper adorns roseate lips , she had almost missed it too .     it has been so long . . .     ‘     our tree is this way .     ‘ @scardoubt  |  starter

[chivalryshot-blog]

" what d'ya think? think we can take 'em with just us two? "

       the two men had a spot overlooking the enemy encampment. by teddy’s count there were nine? no— twelve men keeping guard outside. take that and add it alongside an unknown number inside a the couple of cabins they had, and the chance of success for just the two of them was looking slimmer and slimmer. teddy, however… why, when he turned his head to john, he cocked a brow with a slight grin.

       ❛ i’ve been faced with worse, and alongside worse, at that. half the men, if not all, down there look like they can even use their legs. i’ll doubt they can’t use them guns any better. but that’s just my reckoning. ❜

random mission with... // @scardoubt

[fcragil]

" i got attacked by wolves, miss " john managed a laugh, at himself " my face weren't done no justice by 'em. though i never was a good lookin' fellar. " he shrugged, stupid smile stuck to his face.

’     show me one outlaw or cowboy that ain’t got at least a single scar on his face .     ’     she’d correct him real quick .     aerith has heard a story like this a dime a dozen .     lithe arms are stronger than they appear , carrying her gardened goods back to her rundown abandoned ghost town .     walkin’ and talkin’ was good exercise , goodness knows it’s nothin’ like the kind he seems to get .’ brave or dumb , you survived .     ’     her features glow with a soft simper .     viridescent hues examining the lines of his smile when he laughs .     somethin’ tells her that he cleans up quite nice , when all that hair ain’t in the way .

the maiden takes a small bounce in her step , shifting her large basket of goods into one strong arm hold .     he just had to go on and say that last bit , didn’t he ?     a gentle hand reaches to take his mandible in her palm .     she makes quick work on her call , hint of her lips stretchin’ wider in smile     ’     i ain’t ever thought a battlescar to be unattractive .     ’     her thumb makes a swift graze o'er tail of scar , and she pulls away to wrap her arm back ‘round her basket ; the other having grown tired in that brief moment .