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Me and the fella are going steady, there ain't much to complain about him. He's patient, loving, understanding. It's more than my stubborn ass deserves that's for sure. He gets along with the others too, surprisingly. Especially since he ain't one of us. He's got a real charm about him, a smooth talker and that pretty face don't help neither. I can't blame the others for falling into his trap. hell, look at me: He's laying on my lap, rambling about... somethin' eh.. some motion picture called the bear and i'm letting him.
I'm getting soft.
"Arthur?" You spoke, it snaps him out of his trance. In a split second his journal is discarded so he could have his full attention on you. Damn... he still gets star struck when he sees that handsome face. Gets him wondering how someone like him could get this catch.
"Hey doll?" He responds, the nickname gets a smile from you. Arthur swore the tent just grew warmer and brighter. It's not just him, is it?
"Watcha writing?"
"Jus' bout the recent hunting trip with charles. I like to keep track of things, it's easier to prove points when you got em written down." It's a half truth, the journal helps but he rarely uses it for that matter.
"Oh, good. Thought you were drawin' me again." You say playfully.
'Might as well be.' He thought to himself. By gods grace he's had the privilege of memorizing your features by touch. the curve of your nose, your lips, your eyebrows, the fold of your eyelids, that scar that runs down the side of your eyebrow making a bald spot; He thinks it's badass even with your clean hands, they're soft, they're unscathed compared to Arthur's.
He could draw you from memory, carve you into stone, wood or from clay just as easily. Again it makes him wonder how you fell so perfectly into his lap, his grasp. It also makes him wonder how long you'll stay there— how long he'll let you stay there.
He's not used to staying in one place for a long time, it's the nature of being an outlaw. Dating a man that's so planted in place, destined to carry on your family legacy, It scares Arthur. Your path doesn't leave a lot of wiggle room. What if he has to leave? No, not if. What happens when he leaves horseshoe overlook? How long could he last without your presence? Your voice, your smile, your charm. You bring an excitement in his life like no other, a different kind of adrenaline that takes it's time to flow through his body. And it's pleasant, he finds himself at your door far too many times when the feeling runs out. Nothing else but you brings that satisfaction.
It scares him. Since when has he been dependant on someone like this? Outside of his family anyway. He usually keeps people at arms length, he's a polite man, no one else needs to handle his burdens. But when he pulls away from you, you somehow have a way to lasso your way back in. He's left bare, vulnerable when he's alone with you. He's too comfortable for his own liking.
After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Arthur's raspy voice broke it. "Darlin'... what am i gonna do wit' cha?" He runs his fingers through the locks of your hair. You hum at the feeling, relaxing further in Arthur's presence.
"Nothin'. We'll enjoy the now, if we gotta split then we gotta. Even if that comes with kickin' and streamin." There it is. You always know the right thing to say, it unsettles Arthur, you have a confidence about you, an assuredness that he only gets from one other man, Dutch. He finds himself believing your word and following it like scripture.
Yeah, he's fallen deep.
"You're alright boy." Arthur says fondly.
It makes you chuckle. "Yeah, i know."
"You're my favorite parasite— wait wait no, second favori..."