04-19-2019, 11:28 PM
RIDE TILL I CANT NO MORE
ARTHUR MORGAN
"Bill for the love of all that is holy, shut your yap or I'll shut it for you!" Hosea's voice rang out like a gunshot over the commotion the other outlaw was causing, stern and quite frankly done with the horsehit spewing from his mouth. Hosea didn't snap often, but his patience was wearing thin. While his caution was commendable, what on God's green Earth would they need to feel scared over a little girl? And honestly, what would they even do if she did turn out to be an O'Driscoll? Torture her? Kill her? As low as their morals are, the Van der Linde Gang weren't the sort to torture women. Maybe keep her as a prisoner of sorts to keep her from talking, but nothing in terms of physical harm. Then that would really make them no better than O'Driscolls.
Dutch, after flashing a thankful look to Hosea, turned his attention back unto Amelia. "Just "Dutch" is fine, sweetheart." he mused. What nobody was ready for however, was the name she introduced herself with. You could hear a pin drop, everyone in camp had quieted down so intensely. Ms. Grimshaw looked ready to squawk out of surprise but kept it in.
Morgan?
Arthur felt all eyes on him in less than a second. Some were knowing (he had confided in a few people of his illegitimate child.) and others were bug eyed with shock. Never had he wanted to throw himself under a moving train than in this moment. He hates the attention. He hates the mixed looks. He hates that the first time he actually sees his child- or so she claims- is when she's being flung straight into the middle of the gang. Dutch calls for everyone to give them some room, and hesitantly, the gang obliges, backing away like mice and leaving Arthur facing his- Mary's kid. He doesn't know what to do and he scratches at his arms nervously as he starts to test the name on his tongue. "Amelia... Morgan...." He pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Gillis?" He doesn't know what to do. Should he be happy she's here? Should he send her back home? She shouldn't even be here in the first place! The outlaw's brain in a mess and it takes a firm squeeze to his shoulder by Charles to release the breath he didn't even know he was holding.
Dutch, after flashing a thankful look to Hosea, turned his attention back unto Amelia. "Just "Dutch" is fine, sweetheart." he mused. What nobody was ready for however, was the name she introduced herself with. You could hear a pin drop, everyone in camp had quieted down so intensely. Ms. Grimshaw looked ready to squawk out of surprise but kept it in.
Morgan?
Arthur felt all eyes on him in less than a second. Some were knowing (he had confided in a few people of his illegitimate child.) and others were bug eyed with shock. Never had he wanted to throw himself under a moving train than in this moment. He hates the attention. He hates the mixed looks. He hates that the first time he actually sees his child- or so she claims- is when she's being flung straight into the middle of the gang. Dutch calls for everyone to give them some room, and hesitantly, the gang obliges, backing away like mice and leaving Arthur facing his- Mary's kid. He doesn't know what to do and he scratches at his arms nervously as he starts to test the name on his tongue. "Amelia... Morgan...." He pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Gillis?" He doesn't know what to do. Should he be happy she's here? Should he send her back home? She shouldn't even be here in the first place! The outlaw's brain in a mess and it takes a firm squeeze to his shoulder by Charles to release the breath he didn't even know he was holding.
❝ NO TROPHY, NO FLOWERS, NO FLASHBULBS, NO WINE ❞
timber wolf + 3 years + @Sympathy ————— he's haunted by something he cannot define