❝ the difference is she chased after u. not the other way around. u don't get many like that, arthur. not in the life we lead. ❞
whoever decided arthur had to die i have a personal grudge held against u </3
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heartland overflow. new hanover. 1899
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Luckily the next morning you woke up to bright sunshine and heat. The sun beamed through the fabric of the tent, directing itself into your eyes. Squinting against the light that broke in as you sat up.
"Rise and shine, partner," Arthur greeted from outside the tent, a shadow that you could only assume was him heading to the entrance. Whilst you were asleep he had changed his shirt, what once his sky blue shirt was now a simple white one, the collar sticking upright against the back of his neck. He looked rather dashing in it, being honest.
"Good morning," You answered, finding a tired tired smile fall on your face when a cup of coffee was handed to you. "Thank you,"
"Welcome," Arthur said in response, sending you a twitch of a grin before he tended to some game that was cooking on the fire. You inhaled the scent of coffee beans, letting the steam wake you up a little bit more as it hit your nostrils. Usually, you would have enjoyed such a sentiment, but given your circumstances? Your body rejected the once pleasant smell. It had done this a lot lately, though you did well to hide it from the others. You recoiled back in a cringing manner. "Feelin' better at all?"
