the man follows behind , placing himself beside her , though being sure not to sit too close . personal space and all ..
“ he’s always gotta find someone to terrorise . you’ll be forgotten about within a few weeks .. most likely . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀" i .. try my hardest to avoid the route of his daily routine. he caught me off guard. "
rocks kicked, evangeline walks to settle down onto a larger one, hands cupped behind her thighs to catch her skirt. mustn't sit on it.
“ it’s alright miss , i know you didn’t mean it . ” as a matter of fact , he probably deserved it .
“ just — don’t give any to that micah , you will never live it down . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀" i ain't mean for the attitude to come out. i'm sorry, mister morgan. " hands still clasped together, held over her mouth.
spun around once more, far too embarrassed to face the man. all he did was try to help.
got a real attitude on her . if you want someone to really save your ass , she’s the one to go to . ”
of course , he’d do the same .. but that’s irrelevant .
“ you better watch that attitude miss .. ‘less you wanna be the butt of micah’s jokes again , take a look at mrs adler . ”
it’s true , sadie slowly being able to stick up for herself clearly poked at micah’s insecurities .
“ he’s upset a woman is more manly than him , and she’s
⠀⠀⠀⠀" had i stayed away, they would've strung my body upside down in blackwater. " she retorts, rather snippy — catching herself, spun around with closed palms covering her face.
“ if you wanted things to be normal , you would’ve been better stayin’ away . ”
that’s right . nothing normal ever happens with the van der lindes , common facts .
“ just .. ignore all the men , take it /from/ a man . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀hands grasp at her skirt, frown etched into her face.
" .. then, please call me evangeline, arthur. " back turned from him, she doesn't want him to see.
" i just .. really want to try 'n' act like somethin' here's normal. "
“ call me arthur . ”
he isn’t good at comforting well .. anyone .. but it’s worth a try .
“ you ain’t pitied , and you’re definitely seen as more than what you were before , miss . like i said , micah is scum . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀breathing goes calm, lips pursed into a very thin line.
" please tell me i ain't pitied in this camp here, mister morgan. and please, don't tell me people think i'm some .. well, you know. "
“ you gotta ignore micah . he ain’t .. the best man . anybody here can tell you that , except dutch of course . ”
a beat of silence .
“ dutch could step in shit and micah would lick it off his shoe . don’t let yourself get all in a tussle ‘cause he said some nasty shit . micah
⠀⠀⠀⠀easy to pick fun at the woman who worked as a working girl for so and so many years.
especially when you're micah bell, asking her for a turn. " mister bell did, " hands clench and close, repeated motions.
his jaw goes slack . who the hell is saying stuff like that ?!
“ no i don’t think you’re a — a two-bit whore , miss . ”
his voice quietens at the last few words , almost embarrassed to speak them .
“ who .. said that ? if you don’t mind my asking . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀arms curl to wrap around her torso, chest heaving.
" you — you don't think i'm no two - bit whore, do you, mister morgan? "
it's a sputter, trembling voice threatening to spill tears in an instant. voice shakes, as does her body.
“ well .. what’s botherin’ you ? someone upset you ? ”
clearly .. he had very few bets as to who , but he wouldn’t put it past any of the people who come to mind ..
⠀⠀⠀⠀stopping, right by the outskirts of camp ; hands grasp at titian curls, distraught and absolutely beside herself.
" no, " she squeaks, stifling a sob.
“ i’d rather not be a gunsmith . you could’ve chosen any career to see me in and you chose a damn gunsmith ? ”
he’s joking , that is the only occupation he could see himself in .
“ all the gunsmiths ‘ve met are freaks . ”
she holds a fair point , he certainly can’t argue with that . would he be happier , though ? he’s unsure .
“ that’s very true .. jobs where i ain’t stealing are boring anyway . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ophelia falls silent for a minute. ponders on if the civilian life would fare well for arthur.
" i ain't sure you'd be able to cope wit' how dull your life would've been. "
“ she’s kind to everybody . my life just … wasn’t what she wanted . ”
he respected that , of course . mary always knew what she wanted . “ … you think i should’ve went with her ? ”
“ i know . someone’s gotta do his dirty work when he doesn’t want to . ” it’s a bad mindset for the man , but if he refused he’d be met with accusations of betrayal .
“ besides , i made it back , and i guarantee you , or someone else , would come for me if i didn’t . ”
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hesitant footsteps to get closer. “ arthur , your life is much more valuable than whatever dutch has planned. ”
doe eyes glanced toward the flickering flames. “ you're a smart man .. so i trust you'd recognize that. ”
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“ already asked her .. that woman is more interested in her damn books than any other gift . ”
it’s true , he offered them to her as soon as he returned , but was met with rejection .. he could always sell them if they’re not wanted .
He chuckled, taking another drag. He gave him a look of curiosity, flicking his hat up so Arthur could see his face better.
“Me? You sure Mary-Beth won’t like ‘em? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“ when you live like us it’s a guarantee for it to never end well . ”
there’s a lot of secrets arthur hid , there’s no point now .
“ mary wanted us to run away , sometimes i think i should’ve just said yes , but i couldn’t leave dutch . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀'' i'm sure he lived well. even if it was short - lived. '' she reassures, unsure on how to proceed.
'' i liked someone too, once. don't always end well. ''