#rdr oc

this too shall follow you

Arthur thought about the day they’d named her. Bonnie had been sitting up in bed, tired but glowing, the baby bundled against her chest. —What would you call her? —she’d asked, voice soft. Arthur had shrugged, uncomfortable with the question, with the weight of it. —Don’t know much about names, Bonnie… but she deserves somethin’ better than what the world usually gives people. He’d looked down at the tiny face, at the wild dark hair already trying to escape the blanket, and the word had come quiet and certain. —Daisy sounds nice. Bonnie had laughed, gentle and fond. —You sure? There’s a whole lot of flowers out there, Arthur Morgan. He’d felt the heat rise in his face, the old embarrassment that came whenever feelings got too close to the surface. —Yeah… but you always liked those.