Hang Em' High [RDR2 X FEM!Reader]

A True Work Of Art

AN // This chapter was posted for a short amount of time and then it accidentally got deleted, not sure if I even gave you long enough to read it, but I've rewritten it and changed some things, so if you did read it before it got deleted, it's different now, so it's strongly advised that you read this. Thank you so much for reading as always! -T xx

The many souls that haunt Saint Denis watched the carriage with judgement lingering behind their eyes. Inside the carriage, you were all laughing and screaming as the champagne in your glass swirled and bubbled. Some even fell out onto Arthur's lap which only made you laugh more.

Soon enough you were pulling up to Bronte's mansion and with a quick pep talk from Dutch, you were ready. The goals were simple: go in, show a kind face, steal as much information as you can, manipulated the hell out of everyone. The perfect evening for you really. Under the glowing beams of fairy lights Dutch was symbolic of the true showman he was. Chest wide and shoulders back. Arthur placed a hand on your lower back as you awaited to move onwards down the path, he looked truly beautiful in his suit. He was the perfect stroke of a brush that makes the painting.

You inhaled deeply and your lungs filled with ease. You were in the right moment, at the right time, with the right people. Lenney, Bill, Arthur, Hosea, Dutch. Your feet were strong below your body, effortlessly holding your weight.

You walked down the path ahead of everyone else, at quite a pace in excitement. You smiled at the man you were approaching before crashing into his extended arm. The smile remained, but your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Keeping that face you looked from him, to Arthur, to Dutch
"No weapons allowed in," the man looked at you and then to the gang, then back to you "sorry ma'am,"
Dutch nodded, you pulled out a revolver so fast nobody was sure where you pulled it from and handed it to the man. His lips disappeared under his moustache as he surveyed you "is that everything?"
"Where else would I fit anything?" You asked with your smile, he shrugged and lowered his arm. You walked off closer to Brontes Mansion. You could feel the cool breeze drift through your hair, hear your shoes click against the stone below you and on your leg, the reassuring rub of your pistol.

Arthur linked your arm as you entered the mansion. The walls were plastered so smoothly as if done by a fairy and the furniture seemed to be sewn with gold. The rooms were not filled to capacity with ornaments and shiny things like you'd imagine, but delicately placed furniture and paintings. Here, less was definitely more as you found yourself staring in awe through each doorway you walked past.

Stepping out into the balcony, the matte black sky was glittered with stars and the strong scent of tobacco filtered through you. The ambience was disturbed by the deep bellow of manly laughs. Dutch spoke with Bronte, but even you couldn't bring yourself to converse with the man. When he spoke you felt as though he was playing an act, his eyes spoke an untrue story and he was always speaking down to you. Instead, you wandered over to the stone railings and observed the people below. From this height they all looked like ants in a colony, all dressed in similar ways. They were all after the same thing, to boost their social status, to show off their own successes and pretend to be interested in everyone else's.
"Are you alright," you heard as Arthur snook his arm around your lower back
"Yeah, fine. They look like ants." You pointed out and laughed
"You know, now that you've said it I see it too." The two of you stood in silence, doing nothing but enjoying the company of one another. The people below seemed to disappear and for a little while, you were truly alone together. It was a brief moment caught in time. You allowed yourselves to truly feel each other's company as your hearts intertwined in tranquility.