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— @ciruelarot.
inimical gaze remains trained in bill’s direction up until cigarette appears in peripheral and draws attention, turning toward like fish on a hook. worries seemed to fade to the background whenever near javier.
“yeah? who’s gonna tell micah ‘bout ‘pulling his weight?’
“now, i keep clean just fine, escuella. grimshaw ain’t come after me nearly as much as she does arthur.” a laugh rolls past lips at the thought alone, tension that had knotted his muscles moments ago all but melting in other’s orbit. john even drifts closer, though not enough
brows draw together and corners of mouth bend downward, shoulders subconsciously straightening out at faux—father’s words.
“listen, you say what y’want about me but you watch the way y’talk about my woman, y’hear? she ain’t done nothin’ but stick by this gang, stick by 𝒚ou.”
— @ciruelarot.
“pick up th’pace then, will ya? i got plenty t’say,” still all jokes, despite sharp pain spreading through abdomen as he presses on bullet wound and shuffles along with ophelia’s unflinching shouldering. “i ain’t fragile … had worse’n this, you know that.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀'' save your breath, '' voice hushed, determined. through bodies and mud ophelia loops his arm over her shoulder, legs braced to offer steady support. slow, making sure he can still move. '' you can tell me all that later. ''
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“she— … ” words fizzle out, along with momentary flare of anger that rises in chest at statement. shoulders soon slumping after second’s tensing … dutch, the only one allowed to see true colors.
“she didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout that t’me. i would’a come up with the money.”
“don’t say i ain’t never did nothin’ for ya, alright?” humor still clinging to tone as pack disappeared back into rightful home in chest pocket, match plucked ‘tween fingers in same motion. flammable head struck along table’s edge to ignite and john was offering
⠀⠀it was not nice to stare― her eyes averting their attention to watch the fingers pulling pack from shirt pocket. “ mighty kind of you, ” mary - beth mused, taking the offered cigarette between her index and middle fingers.
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“lucky we’re on the same side,” outlaw teases, letting barrel linger a moment longer for dramatic effect before revolver slides home in holster. hands find resting place upon belt as eyes drift over javier, gaze eventually settling upon freshly shined boot. upward tick at
“i ever tell ya y’got a real way with words?” spoken through grunt as john leans weight on ophelia for support, hand applying pressure to fresh wound at abdomen … not a fatal wound, but blood seeps ‘tween fingers nonetheless.
“c’mon, weren’t that big of a thing,” and he’s sighing as cigarette meets its fate beneath dutch’s boot, an idle shake of head at the sight.
“you know ain’t none of us got the money to be wasting fine smokes like that.”
— @ciruelarot.
sneaking through nearby brush, half crouched with hand hovering over revolver. holding breath, doing best to avoid any branches … silent as a ghost ‘til he stands behind javier with weapon drawn.
“gotta quit lettin’ your guard down out here. what if i’s a pinkerton just now?”
not something john often cared to draw attention to, unless in opportunity to deflect with humor … gaze flickered off elsewhere as soon as eyes focused upon scars, though he breathed a chuckle nonetheless at her response.
“fair, huh? since when’s anyone in this gang started —
“hey—!” something between glare and pout crosses features, though john knows better than to reach for cigarette back.
“you’re losin’ your sense’a fun in your old age, dutch.”
“blame it on this, why don’t we?” thumb jabs in direction of scar starting just below eye socket, amusement in tone. cigarette rolled idly ‘tween fingers.
“almost took out my eye, y’know? think i deserve a little slack.”