Blue eyed - arthur morgan x reader

Part one

Before I met the gang, I roamed the streets of Saint Denis stealing just enough to get by. The busy streets offered enough protection and hiding opportunities. Living a life running from the law wasn't what I had dreamed of but after my dad walked out on us and my mom died, there was no-one left to turn to. I wasn't alone on these streets though. Every homeless person and the kids running around knew me. Sometimes I'd pay one of those kids with the money I gathered from pickpocketing to steal for me if things got hairy and I couldn't be out in public for a while.

There was a surprising amount of empty buildings around, for a city big and full of people as Saint Denis it came as a surprise. I made myself at home in one of those buildings.

It was around 8 am as the church bells woke me up from my restless slumber. The sun that streamed in through the gaps of the boarded-up window illuminated the dust particles in the attic I was camping out in, reminding me to open the windows some time and let in fresh air too. The stuffiness had no effect on me anymore as I was used to living in these conditions by now.

22. I turned 22 today. Since when did my mind wander off far enough to remember such a date? I hadn't had a real birthday since I turned six in 83.

The buzzing of the people in the streets started to seep through the thick clouds of my mind. Another day in this hell of a city had arrived and I needed to get back on track. The little warmth my quilt provided me nearly lulled me back to sleep but I hadn't eaten in a few days and I was starting to notice it.

Kicking the covers off my tired and stiff body I scrambled onto my feet, yawned while rubbing my eyes and walked over to a window to open. My gaze glided from face to face until I saw a ginger I recognized. "Sam" I piped up. The tiredness left my eyes but not my body as I made my way over to my cloak that hung of a stray nail in the boards of a wall.

The dark blue fabric covered me whole in one swift motion as I darted out the room and down the stairs. I skidded to a halt at the door to check if there was anyone outside. It was hard to see through the murky windows but there was no distinctive colour of clothing and no movement outside.

After my breathing had slowed again from that small sprint I softly opened the door and let if fall back in its lock with a quiet click. I went into a crouching position and snuck through the grown over courtyard of the school towards a plant covered wall. Once I climbed on the wall using the wooden boxes I had placed on top of each other I quickly scanned my surroundings again before dropping down into the ally right into a puddle of... whatever that was.

A slur of curses I failed to suppress seeped past my lips as I tried to clean off my cloak while walking towards the light at the end of the ally. I backed up against the wall and peaked into the streets, staying in the little cover the shadows offered. Sam was still there where I last saw him, sitting on the steps of some building with a leather-bound notebook and a piece of charcoal.

I approached him and dropped a few coins into his lap that I had taken out of the inner pockets of my cloak. Sam looked up at me and quickly packed away the notebook leaving me only a second to admire what he had drawn. I was sure he could make better money drawing than working for that Italian, Bronte.

Sam quickly scooped up the coins and scurried away, knowing well what I wanted and where I wanted it delivered. With a smile I continued my walk through the city in the hoped of being able to snatch some money here and there.

It was a calm day. The people were minding their own business, the horses were happily trotting about through the muddy streets. There seemed to be no criminals around and the police hadn't shown their faces either. It was basically the definition of 'perfect' to me.