Ghosts of the Past [ RDR2 - Arthur Morgan ]

Chapter 47 - Wake

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I would like to perfusly thank GreenAppleWriting for the attached artwork.

This is how I've always seen Jacob Coors. And seeing him in art has made my night, my week, and my month.

I cannot express how much I appreciate you. And to have such amazing art of a charexter i built up brick by brick is... ugh i can't.

Long and short of it - youre the best. Thank you.

Take this extra long chapter as my apology for that chapter

Also haven't been back to 1889 in a long time...

CHAPTER 47 - Wake

1889

Well he knew Rosemary Levenson was pretty by moonlight, but it spoke nothing to her by the day. Sun shone down those dark chocolate waves of hair that always seemed to fall just perfectly around her shoulders, glistening a deep gold hue in the halo that framed her head. He noticed she was not one for fancy up-do's, unlike most other women of the day. A trait Arthur had attributed to the fact he had only seen her in the middle of the night.

Yet for the first time seeing his pretty Rose in the day, it seemed she simply preferred loose hair. And he could whole heartedly agree. He, too, preferred her hair loose.

The gait of her horse carried her almost ethereally into his view, and she gazed at him with a look akin to sheer, unadulterated excitement. Arthur Morgan wanted her to see him as so much more than a passing adventure. He shifted on his saddle, fingers moving to fluff the flowers he'd picked for her before arriving into town.

He wanted her to understand that, to him, this was so much more than sneaking her out of her parents home. So much more than a passing fling. Even if the end to this love affair was already set from the beginning. "Well ain't this a surprise, Miss Levenson?" His voice sounded confident, somehow, despite the fact his throat had tightened on the sight of her.

"During the day and everything, Mr Morgan." Rose's gentle southern tones rang out across the closing gap between them "And here was me thinking I'd only ever know you in darkness." Her keen eyes flicked down to his saddle as she closed in. "Whatcha got there?"

Without warning, he felt his cheeks flare up. Picking her flowers was one thing. But actively giving them to her? "I thought maybe you... Well I saw 'em and I thought these were pretty, then I thought you're pretty and..."

She only giggled gently in return, leaning over and snagging them from his saddle. "Thank you very much, Arthur. They are beautiful." She affirmed softly, taking in a breath of the scent - then glancing at him with a wry smile."Did you steal 'em?"

Arthur swung himself off his saddle, immediately moving to lift Rosemary off hers. "I would never steal a gift for you, Miss Levenson." He grinned a little. Unwilling to admit he'd actually hand-picked flowers for her, he added, "Where I got the money to buy 'em is a different question."

She grinned a little. "I won't ask." Then a pause as she cradled the bouquet in her arms."Seeing Arthur Morgan in the daytime - what a truly new experience."