Evelyn Carter

Miss Evelyn Carter. “ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs sʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜғғᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟsᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.” — Mature Themes (18+). — Detailed/Banter. — #RDR2 #RDRRP — Please ♡ + ↻

biker gang au please 💀🌹 #rdr2

*･༓☾ #𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝘼’𝙎 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝖠𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖠𝖴 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌/𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶 𝗆𝗏/𝗆𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾

// My muse for angst/dark themes is high! If anyone would like to plot something, feel free to jump into my DMs! 🖤

"Mister Morgan!" The young woman coos, hands lightly resting upon the curve of her hips as she takes in the sight of him. "It is good t'see ya again!"

"I ain't used ter the place bein' so lively!"

"Those vaudeville acts at Théâtre Râleur were somethin' else."

@marcantonyroman "I ain't quite sure what yer implyin', Mister. But I certainly can't afford t'be self indulgent." Her eyes narrow, arms folding across her chest. "Have I said somethin' to offend you?"

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵." ❖︎ 𝗥𝗗𝗥 𝗢𝗖. ❖︎ 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲. ❖︎ 𝗥𝗧𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.

"Good mornin', cowboys an' cowgirls."

on his arm as if to reiterate her resolve. "I ain't takin' no fer an answer, an' it wouldn't be rightly polite ter decline a lady's invitation now, would it?"

"Ya clearly ain't fine, Arthur Morgan!" The young woman rebukes; taking in a sharp breath as her eyes fall upon his blood stained gloves. "This ain't the time t'act all manly. Not get yer ass over t'the Ranch house right now, so I can get yer cleaned up!" She tugs more firmly —

completely flat. "Jesus! Mister Morgan!" All traces of humour dissipates like a fine mist as she gently takes his elbow and motions towards the Ranch house. "forget 'bout Saint Denis. Let's get ya inside and clean ya up. I ain't takin' 'no' fer an answer!"

It had been a long time since she had last caught up with the burly outlaw; but as the poor man starts to hack, she notices right away that something ain't right about him. He looks thinner, and the normal sparkle in his blue eyes is missing. On this day, his eyes are —

;; DMs are open if anyone would like to plot some SLs ❤️

"I'm assumin' this 'Milton' fella be one o'those lawmen from out West?" She purrs, her words followed by a derisive laugh. "An' Saint Denis is an awful ways ter go, cowboy. Yer better make it worth my while, y'hear?"

"That ain't what I meant, an' you know it!" The woman chastises, honeyed eyes narrowed slightly; but the slight quirk of her lips betrays her amusement. "Camp? You ain't ever told me where yer hidin' out, Morgan."

"ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ' ғᴇʀ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ... ᴀɴ' ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ."

@CanaansFire < Once yer cleaned up, I reckon I've got some strips of fresh linen 'round' ere somewhere..."

@CanaansFire < dampened rag flows over his forearm, warm and soothin', but his skin seems to prickle with goose bumps nonetheless. Hands, small yet sure, work to wash away the dirt an' dried blood that cakes his finely muscled limb. "Does it feel any better? >

[ @CarterRanch ] It was February, almost two months since the American and Spanish governments had signed their treaty, and almost a week now since Eli had been discharged once again. He'd spent the last month of the war, and many of the months since, -