From Arthur's POV
THE NEXT MORNING
Sliding the pencil across the paper, I drew a simple sketch of Eddie while he continued to sleep, his entire body submerged under the thick layers of blankets as he got some well-deserved rest. The boy looked perfectly content at the moment and didn't have a single hint of worry clouding his expression. Instead, he simply drifted away in whatever dream was floatin' around his head at the moment and held onto the pillow as if it was another person, squishin' his face into the cushion.
I chuckled softly at the sight and added some details to his portrait, tryin' to make it more than just a mess of scrawls and doodles like I normally did.
It had been a long time since I last sat down and drew something. With all the mayhem goin' on recently, I almost forgot what it felt like to lose myself in my journal. But being back in Saint Denis, and preparing for this riverboat robbery -- it all got me itchin' to sketch something again. And, I figured, who better to draw than the person I enjoyed being around the most?
Lightly scratching the pencil's tip in a series of short strokes, I scribbled down Eddie's ruffled hair and added some shadows around the sliver of sunlight runnin' across his face, trying to make it as gentle as possible. He appeared to be in a complete state of solace right now, and I wanted to capture it as best I could. After all, I doubted it'd be a long while before he'd be this calm again, considerin' what was coming up in the near-future...and I couldn't deny that I was scared, too.
I mean, with the direction Dutch was headed in and the way our gang was slowly fallin' apart, it made me question just how much longer this whole thing was actually gonna last. Civilization was storming through the country at a rate we couldn't keep up with, and the more we ran from it, the more it seemed to close its walls around us.
We was only delaying the inevitable, s'far as I was concerned. Sooner or later, America was gonna throw us out like it did everything else, and we'd have to be ready for it. Whether we wanted to or not.
Catchin' my attention with the soft sound of rustling, a gentle sniff reached my ears as I stopped drawing for a second and put down my journal, only to find Eddie sleepily looking back at me from the bed. His eyes were half-open just as I expected, and a lazy smile radiated on his face as he rose from slumber.
I smirked at him, placin' the journal on my lap.
"There he is," I teased. "Thought you was never gonna wake up."
Eddie chuckled at that and glanced at my journal, causin' him to raise a brow outta curiosity.
"...Are you drawing me?" He asked.
I nodded and carefully began to tear the sketch out, handing it to him.
"You mentioned Rodrick burned the other portrait. I, ah...figured I could make a replacement."
The pianist sat up and took the sketch in his grasp, admiring it in a fond manner before beaming at me.
"Thank you, Arthur," he said, his expression dimming with sadness. "I mean it. ...I truly thought I'd never see you again when I was stuck in that cellar with Rodrick. I know I wasn't there for very long, but...he certainly made it feel like an eternity. I'm just glad you showed up before anything else could happen. If you hadn't...I...I don't even want to think about that."
I let out a guilt-ridden sigh, starin' at the numerous scars Rodrick had left on Eddie's body.
"You and me both. I'm just sorry I didn't get there sooner."
Eddie's sorrowful mood was quickly replaced with a sense of vengeance and he firmly shook his head in response, starin' outside the window.
"I swear, Arthur...before all this comes to an end, I'm killing everyone in that bloody gang. Atticus, Rodrick, and anyone else who laid a finger on you or my family. They all deserve to die. They need to be wiped out."
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When the Devil Cries (Arthur Morgan X Male OC)
FanfictionAfter arriving in Saint Denis, Arthur ends up falling in love with a seemingly innocent pianist, only to find himself in a battle with one of the most notorious outlaws to ever emerge from America. Now, between working for Dutch and robbing money fo...