#feckugly

“     long time, no see, john.     ”          fitting to stand before the man as a ghost from his past.   someone he’s all the more willing to recognize with confrontation.   arthur morgan had long been claimed years ago, dead and buried on some peaceful hillside, nearly forgotten by the world that threatened to devour him.   and yet, he stands here in the flesh, unharmed by the consequences of poor choices and the effects of time.   he leans against the railing of the corral, staring hard at the man from beneath the brim of his hat.   the air around them is dense, making it difficult to breath.   reminiscent of the bayou and the gang’s time spent in the south.          “     recognize me now?   of course you do.     ”            @feckugly

@feckugly  .  one-liners

“Well, one of us is gonna have to change -- and it ain’t gonna be me.”

                              this   day   did   not   go   as   planned .  the   fucking   ERRAND - BOY   was   smart   enough   to   run   off   before   old   pearson   checked   the   stock   and   so ,   with   arthur   gone   and   the   rest   of   the   gang   unpacking ,   the   task   to   take   care   of   the   supplies   was   left   to   bill    (  as  if  he  had  no  other  business  to  take  care  of  ;  very  important  business !  )  .   at   least   brown   jack   seemed   ready   to   go   and   so   bill   mounted   his   horse   before   some   other   fool   could   hold   him   back   for   some   other   stupid   request    ---------------                ❝  whatever   ya   gonna   ask ,   the   answer   is   no .  ❞               he   made   sure   to   speak   with   the   harshest   tone   of   voice   when   he   saw   john   approaching ,   not   even   looking   at   the   man .

RED DEAD REDEMPTION MEME  —   STATUS: ACCEPTING.

“     CAN’T SAY YOU’RE ALL THAT DESERVIN’ OF IT, MARSTON.   you’ve been a right pain in my backside these last few months alone.   but i tell you what   —  you can go ahead and have whatever’s left after i leave it all to charles.   ”          he teases with genuine laughter, like death is not a stagnant water, waiting patiently for each to drown in its endless depths.   arthur reaches for a pack of cigarettes as he settles close to the fire, daring to reach his hand over to light the end of one.          “     ‘sides, i wouldn’t be too quick to rush me off t’my grave.   i suspect you’re gonna miss me when i’m gone.     ”