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   fingers come to find john’s hands, positioning his thumb on the sixth string and his other hand along the neck of the acoustic.  ❝ this string here? it’s gonna be the e string-- not only is it the thickest but it’s the DEEPEST and lowest note you can play, alright? so.. ❞ he moves john’s thumb over the string, plucking it so the sound can vibrate against skin and tingle the bone.  ❝ hear that? when you want to change the melody to something low and haunting, this is the one you tune. always tune this chord to e-- elephant string. thickest and biggest of the bunch. ❞

              john’s voice pulls lucky from his thoughts .    though still appearing concentrated  (  despite the fatigue clear on his features  ) .   “   huh  ?   ”   it clicks as soon as he speaks up .   “   oh . i , uh , i can stay out here . i think i’d like to .    ”   he’d been on guard duty for god knows how long ,   &   the sun was just starting to rise .                 his muscles ache badly from the uncomfortable back - & - forth transition of sitting  &  standing on the hard ground , his clothes are filthy  (  a rare sight ; lucky always tries to make sure every inch of himself was scrubbed raw of filth  ) .                     “   i don’t think i’m gonna sleep anytime soon , i , uh  ---  don’t mind stayin’ out here for a couple more hours .   ”   adjusting the rifle in his hands , he sniffs  &  looks away from john , every minuscule movement from him screaming nothing but tension . even fear , maybe .

“the scars are getting better, but... i’m not sure if they’ll ever fully heal.”

he had noticed the other glancing his way - he was staring, after all. seeing john come back after arthur had gotten him, a lot of them weren’t too sure he’d even make it - renji included. the knife in his hands is placed back inside its leather, and he sits across from the man, coffee still in hand.

            →  RED    DEAD    REDEMPTION    MEME  .

                         this    boy    was    a    mess   !    but    one    could    hardly    blame    him  .    john    was    working    to    say    the    least    and    he    did    his    part    ————-      bill    leaned    back    on    the    chair  ,    feet    instantly    put    up    again    while    he    held    a    bottle    of    whiskey    in    his    hand  .              ❝  you    look    like    it’s    been    three    weeks    instead  .    still  ,    i    ain’t    gonna    take    ya    shift  .    we    all    gotta    work  ,    marston  .  ❞               he    took    a    sip    as    he    shrugged    his    shoulders  .    he    allowed    his    eyes    to    wander    before    they    lingered    on    abigail  ,    then   jumped    back    to    john’s    scarred    face  .               ❝  stay    optimistic    ——      at    least    she    can’t    annoy    you    when    ya    out    there  ,    can    she   ?  ❞               he    spoke    in    an    undertone    of    mockery  .    though    he    thought    of    john    to    be    aware    of    the    fact    that    bill    had    his    very    own    opinion    on    how    things    had    turned    out    to    be    within    the    marston    family  .

RDR 1 STARTERS // ACCEPTING

she knows. she’s felt it in the pit of her stomach for several days now. she could walk away from this unscathed– it seems to be a talent of her’s. having those she loves die around her and leaving her with rageful, suffocating grief. Jake and Arthur have both been dead for years now, but the memory of them follows her everywhere. she remembers them, always. she doesn’t want John’s name to join the list of fallen men she’s attached herself to, but he doesn’t have much of a choice, does he? Sadie has been able to help him throughout this journey but this is something he has to do alone. she’d happily take his place if she was able to. it doesn’t matter if she dies. all that matters is John, his family and his happiness. he deserves to live. he may not think so, but in her eyes, he’s a damn good man, and she’s never said that lightly.

well now we have to smooch him

MOM FRIEND STARTERS     (  accepting. )

RED DEAD 1 || ACCEPTING || @gunbless

Wide eyes flickered over the corpse that was strung up on display in the trees. Gutted and drained. He’s familiar with the gore, it came with the hunt--- the mangled bodies and scattered limbs. However, it was rarely another man’s doings. Only the sickest and most twisted of folk went through the kind of trouble they must have to set their victim up.

‘‘Couldn’t agree more.’‘ Giles nodded, damping his chapped lips with a lick, ‘’I’d hate to die like that poor bastard. Don’t wanna be around when all this blood draws in everyone else out here, nether.’’