𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 .
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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 .
@redemptfury
mun is 18+, english speaker only, wip

⠀⠀⠀⠀" i .. try my hardest to avoid the route of his daily routine. he caught me off guard. " rocks kicked, evangeline walks to settle down onto a larger one, hands cupped behind her thighs to catch her skirt. mustn't sit on it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀" i ain't mean for the attitude to come out. i'm sorry, mister morgan. " hands still clasped together, held over her mouth. spun around once more, far too embarrassed to face the man. all he did was try to help.

⠀⠀⠀⠀" had i stayed away, they would've strung my body upside down in blackwater. " she retorts, rather snippy — catching herself, spun around with closed palms covering her face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀hands grasp at her skirt, frown etched into her face. " .. then, please call me evangeline, arthur. " back turned from him, she doesn't want him to see. " i just .. really want to try 'n' act like somethin' here's normal. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀breathing goes calm, lips pursed into a very thin line. " please tell me i ain't pitied in this camp here, mister morgan. and please, don't tell me people think i'm some .. well, you know. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀easy to pick fun at the woman who worked as a working girl for so and so many years. especially when you're micah bell, asking her for a turn. " mister bell did, " hands clench and close, repeated motions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀arms curl to wrap around her torso, chest heaving. " you — you don't think i'm no two - bit whore, do you, mister morgan? " it's a sputter, trembling voice threatening to spill tears in an instant. voice shakes, as does her body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀stopping, right by the outskirts of camp ; hands grasp at titian curls, distraught and absolutely beside herself. " no, " she squeaks, stifling a sob.

⠀⠀⠀⠀evangeline's rushing past the⠀゙ ݁⠀⋆ ⠀reader⠀.⠀ ⠀—— visibly distraught and upset, marching towards the edge of camp.

⠀⠀⠀⠀there's a small snort from the younger woman, smile playing over her lips. " hell, imagine you workin' in a store. arthur morgan, the gunsmith. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀ophelia falls silent for a minute. ponders on if the civilian life would fare well for arthur. " i ain't sure you'd be able to cope wit' how dull your life would've been. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀" you was a nice couple, " ophelia nods, focused on the dying fire. she'd have to get more wood. " mary was a nice lady. always kind to me. "

⠀ hesitant footsteps to get closer. “ arthur , your life is much more valuable than whatever dutch has planned. ” doe eyes glanced toward the flickering flames. “ you're a smart man .. so i trust you'd recognize that. ” ⠀

He chuckled, taking another drag. He gave him a look of curiosity, flicking his hat up so Arthur could see his face better. “Me? You sure Mary-Beth won’t like ‘em? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀'' i'm sure he lived well. even if it was short - lived. '' she reassures, unsure on how to proceed. '' i liked someone too, once. don't always end well. ''