#morgoner

@morgoner​  asked:  “  Heard  the  circus  caravan  is  hirin’  some  fools.  From  the  look  of  ya,  I  think  you’d  fit  right  in.  ”  :3           unprompted  ask  !

                                                   ❛ ..... ❜

                                              ❛ ............. ❜

VALENTINE  IS  A  FOUL  PLACE,  a  place  of  avoidance,  a  place  she  dreads       even  more so  now:  it  is  a  bad  place  of  cruel  association.   Heated  words  are  exchanged  with  the  sheriff  ( she  can  smell  a  CROOK  from  a  mile  away  and  that  man  positively  reeks ).   The  storm  with  which  she  exits  is  enough  to  blow  the  sawdust  right  from  the  street,  pushing  past  whatever  poor  bystanders  might  stand  in  her  way.  Feet  carry  her  up  the  hill,  past  her  horse  tethered  at  the  fence,  and  up  to  the  only  spot  of  reprieve  in  this  godforsaken  town:  just  a  moment  to  catch  her  breath  before  she  gladly  leaves  it  behind  her.

She  resigns   herself  for  only  a  moment  on  the  steps  of  the  church,  chin  cradled  in  her  hands  as  she  calculates  her  next  move.   The  trail  before  her  is  cold;  resolve  wins  out  over  the  hopelessness,  but  frustration  takes  them  all.   You  are  allowed  to  be  angry,  she  tells  herself,  you  deserve  to  be.

The  thought  is  only  interrupted  by  the  shadow  coming  up  the  path,  cold  eyes  locking  on  the  target  as  he  makes  his  way  towards  her;  she  recalls  shouldering  the  man  as  she  hurried  down  the  steps  of  the  sheriff's  office  and  frankly  dreads  whatever  words  he  might  have  for  her.   She  has  so  much  more  to  worry  about.

thor   laughs   as   he   tips   the   hat   over   his   eyes   in   a   playful   manner   while   arthur   shoves   him.      or   attempts   to   since   thor   may   as   well   be   a   part   of   a   brick   foundation   .      nice   try   though   .         perhaps   he   is   getting   a   little   too   comfortable   around   here   ,   but   that   is   a   good   thing   right   ??      everything   arthur   stands   for   is   everything   thor   would   have   thought   he   could   never   be   or   want   to   be   .      ❝      would   kill   YOU   t’   go   into   town   and   get   one   of   them   girls   to   bathe   you   .   might   actually   look   presentable   .   ❞

steadily   ,   he   pushes   the   hand   away   from   him   that   is   quickly   trying   to   clean   the   blood   off   his   face   .   thor   isn't   sure   what   the   reason   for   the   urgency   is   other   than   possibly   ensuring   that   it   isn't   thor's   blood   .   this   world   is   still   new   to   him   .   the   desperate   need   for   survival   at   every   turn   and   he   HATES   how   sheltered   he   was   his   entire   life   .

now   he   sits   in   almost   a   state   of   shock   knowing   how   close   arthur   had   come   to   dying   and   maybe   himself   ,   as   well   .   killing   the   man   to   save   @morgoner was   pure   instinct   ,   no   time   wasted   and   split   second   decisions   are   why   they   still   draw   breaths   .   finally   ,   when   blue   eyes   finally   register   the   man   swiping   at   him   is   the   one   he   saved   ,   thor   simply   can’t   take   his   eyes   off   of   him   .   ❝      i   had   .   .   had   to   .      he   would   have   killed   you   .      ❞

it is like a ripple ────── starting from the plush center of her lips and spreading to the apple of her cheeks, his words like skipping stones skipping atop her surface and ripple after ripple, her smile grows...

even with his encouragement, she cannot help but attempt to hide, teeth biting down atop the soft of her lip as if to keep it from spreading ― and her head dipping as if ashamed of the sudden timidness which followed vulnerability. she could feel his eyes upon her, patient (as he always was), as her senses settle ― head still filled with the echo of her racing heart as she finally dares a glance. for once, innocent ────── genuinely so, wide emerald greens pleading for the words she hadn't heard 'til now.  ❝ you don't mean that. ❞

Fuck, Marry, Kill. Send me three names II accepting II