Miss Orléans / Arthur Morgan x OC

9: City-Slicker

"John! Why don't you talk instead of running away like a damn child?!" Her voice rang through the small camp, catching most attentions.

"Damn it! Not right now women!" The said man who was being yelled at retaliated back.

Blue eyes watch from a distance as the famous couple had yet another fight, and instead of talking it out like adults, John Marston walked away. Without sparing anyone another glance, the Outlaw mounted his horse and rode off from camp, leaving his supposed women by herself. Tears were threatening to spill from her glassy green orbs, but it never did and he always admired that. She was always holding back so much emotions that he felt suffocated for her.

Hosea walked up to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Another fight Eliza?" It wasn't uncommon for the two to bicker, but lately it seems like it's been everyday. Elizabeth already looked exhausted and drained from all the arguing and John seemed more annoyed then anything else.

"He always uses 'you're just some rich city-slicker' as his excuse for everything!" She began her rant to the older man she viewed as a father. Running her hands to comb through her black hair, under eyes growing worst by the days, "Nothing I do is ever enough for him Hosea. Lately he keeps comparing me to Abigail, says all I know is how to shoot a gun and look pretty."

It's been a few years since Elizabeth joined the gang and had surpassed everyone expectations from someone who came from high-class society. Within a few days she's established herself in the gang and proved her worth then a mere clean and clothes washer. Out of everyone, she often goes out hunting for the camp and robs a bunch of stage coaches by herself. At first, no one ever expected the women who showed up in fancy ball gown to get down and dirty to skin a deer.

It's been nearly a year since John and her started dating, and at first it seemed like a dream romance but slowly it was unraveling.

"What was the fight about this time? If you don't mind me asking that is."

"It's the death of my mother's anniversary and I just..." her voice cracked slightly, this was the first time she ever mentioned her mother, "Pay my respect is all. John thinks I'm gonna run off back to my old life once I reach the city."

"Will you?"

"Of course not!" She sounded offended, "But...Hosea, my father was a good man before her death. He loved her so much, that when she died...guess a part of him died with her."

Arthur shouldn't be eaves dropping, but he couldn't tear himself away from this. Elizabeth was always a closed off person, always careful to keep her image, her walls never breaking. Sometimes he noticed that John would take advantage of their relationship together.

The older man only sighed, "Where is your mother's grave at?"

"Saint Orléans, and I know it's far so I'm not asking anyone to go with me. I'll go by myself and you have my word I won't speak if I get recognized," she sounded sure, she was sure. A few months back she was captured by a rivaling gang and was beaten and tortured for information and yet she never spoke a thing to them.

"Can't have you going all alone," Hosea frowned slightly, but as he glanced around the camp he couldn't find anyone who would accompany her. There was Uncle who never did anything, but Elizabeth was never too fond of him. John was out of the question due to him and Elizabeth arguing and anyone else she just wasn't close to or was busy.

Seeing this as his chance to get closer to the taken women, no matter how wrong it was, Arthur stood up from his cot and walked over to them. Pretending like he wasn't eaves dropping, he flashed Elizabeth a smile in which she returned, "What's all the fuss about?"  He shoved his hands in the pocket of his jacket, trying to act casual.