#thedevilsprice

[sacredeeer]

minding  his  own  business  ,         arthur  sat  whittling  at  a  length  of  wood  ,  blade  working  slow  and  sure  as  he  carved  it  down  into  a  sharpened  stake  (  something  to  hold  a  tent  in  place  )  the  rhythm  of  it  kept  him  steady  ,  gave  his  hands  something  honest  to  do  .  he  noticed  her  coming  before  she  spoke  ,  lifting  his  gaze  without  hurry  ,  leaning  back  just  enough  to  meet  her  eye  .

                                                    𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅              @thedevilsprice :     A hiccup as Karen held tightly the neck of her         whiskey bottle. She's not standing up straight, and the strap to her nightgown           has slid down her arm. Thankfully the girl's are still intact. "Next time you            rescue Sean, don't bring him back." She points with a finger at Arthur.         "I ain't.. no one ain't.. he ain't.." So there. She moves along to the next person                                                 in camp to antagonize.

❝  alright  ,  miss  jones  .  ❞         he  said  ,  a  faint  smirk  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .         ❝  i’ll  remember  that  .  ❞

but  his  thoughts  drifted  all  the  same  -----  back  to  hearing  englishman  like  a  bird-chitter  .  the  sing-song  lilt  of  his  voice  ,  the  way  he  could  spin  words  into  circles  for  hours  on  end  ,  saying  plenty  without  saying  a  damn  thing  .  all  puffed-up  talk  and  polished  nonsense  ,  carried  on  a  tide  of  his  own  ego  .

arthur  exhaled  through  his  nose  ,  shaking  his  head  faintly  as  he  went  back  to  his  carving  -----  then  raised  his  voice  just  enough  to  call  after  her  .

❝  if  it  helps  .  ❞         he  drawled  .        ❝  i’m  already  regrettin’  it  myself  .  ❞

[hardlcve]

I have finally found Karen's voice! Took me a bit. She will also be on my multi muse. Planning to send some asks or random starters tomorrow! Sorry for delay.

[lcviuda]

closed starter for @thedevilsprice !

❛ dutch ! ❜ she raised her voice though it was still muffled behind the thick scarf jesúsa wore . she walked still with a slight limp on the leg that had been grazed by a bullet on that ferry , which made her movements even slower in the thick snow . she'd preferred to stay in what remained of a barn with the horses , charles , and their new prisoner than listen to the reverend preach again .

she tugged her jacket a bit tighter around her body to try to ward off a bit of the chill from this damn storm , though it didn't help much . her voice lowered as she asked , ❛ i heard . . . there's a train ? ❜ she was desperate to do anything other than sit and babysit a man tied to a post .