𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ─ arthur morgan ✓

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Adeline's Pov

After getting back to camp, Jack goes back to his mother and Arthur goes to speak with Dutch. I go to my tent and sit on my bed, resting my chin in the palms of my hands.
"You alright?" an Indian man approaches me.
"Yeah," I reply, sitting up straight and adjusting my hat.

"I never got to properly introduce myself. I'm Charles, Charles Smith," Charles extends his hand. I take it, stand up and then shake it.
"Adeline Caldwell," I say, letting go of his hand.
"You're... beautiful to say the least," a small smile creeps on to Charles's face.
"Thank you," I reply awkwardly, a blush rising to my cheeks.
"Charles! A word please," Dutch calls over from his tent. Charles looks at me and smiles before going over to Dutch.

Arthur comes up to me, a smile in his face.
"What're you so happy about?" I ask.
"I dunno," Arthur shrugs as I sit on my bed.
"You ok?" he asks as I sigh.
"I think Abigail just annoys me for the sake of it," I say lowly, trying not to growl in annoyance but fail.
"Yeah, I think John's already sick of it," Arthur replies, his tone deep and quiet.

John is sat on the tree stump, his right leg bouncing up and down rapidly. Arthur sits down next to me, our shoulders and knees pressed together.
"Got yaself a woman, cowpoke?" Micah walks up to us, focusing his attention on Arthur.
"Go away Micah," Arthur growls, obviously annoyed.
"And why would I do that?" Micah pushes. "
"Micah he said go away," I stand up and get in his face.

Micah just smirks, leaning down and forcing his lips on mine. A small part of me tells me to kiss back but the rest of me gathers the energy to fiercely pull away. I wipe my lips with my sleeve, a smirk still on Micah's face.

Arthur stands up and wraps an arm around my torso, knowing I'll lunge at Micah any second.
"Let me teach this son of bitch a lesson," I growl under my breath, trying to pry Arthur's arm off my torso.
"Not a chance," Arthur says as the gang begins to gather.

Micah starts getting in my face again when he's very quickly pulled back.
"What is going on?" Dutch's voice booms from behind Micah.
"She tried to punch me Dutch," Micah lies.
"I did 'cause he kissed me against my will," I say, Arthur's arm still tight around my torso.
"She has a good reason Micah," Dutch speaks out. Micah's face gives a look of surprise.
"But-" Micah starts, but is silently hushed by Dutch.

The gang begins to disperse again and Micah goes over to Abigail.
"Great work Micah," I hear Abigail say as she kisses him on the cheek.
"What a fucking whore," I say quietly to myself, resting back on Arthur as his arm is now only loosely around my waist.
"Then she goes and calls you a whore," Arthur replies, so obviously he saw what I saw.

"Excuse me," Arthur excuses himself and goes over to John. I sit on my bed and pull out my journal out of my satchel.

Today's been quite a rough day to say the least. Abigail's scared of me and is trying to get revenge on me by making Micah throw himself all over me. It's annoying. I can stand up for myself but Arthur's there to protect me when I need it. I met Jack though, he's such a sweet little boy.

I'm not gonna lie, I think im catching feeling for Arthur. Just a bit. I just feel like we're meant to be, as cliché as that sounds. We've kissed on multiple occasions, Hosea was the first to find out. But then I had to kiss him in front of the whole gang to prove myself to Abigail. Oh, how much of a bitch she is.

I begin to draw a side profile of Arthur on the next page, dragging my pencil gently across the paper. I look up to Arthur talking to John, visibly trying to calm him down as John began to clench his fists. I put my journal away, getting up and going over to John and Arthur.

John lets out a deep sigh at something Arthur had said, rubbing his face with his hands. All three of us are silent before John gets up and hugs me tightly.
"Woah, what's this for?" I ask, hugging him back.
"Thank you," John says, ignoring my question.
"For what?" I question as John hugs me tighter.
"For standing up to Abigail," John replies, muffled as his face is buried in my shoulder.
"I had to, she deserves worse but she has a son that needs looking after," I say, pushing John an arm's length away from me.
"You're right," John sighs and I let go of his shoulders, my arms dropping to my sides.

"Thank you both again," John smiles at me and Arthur before walking away. I sigh as an arm drapes over my shoulders.
"At least John's a bit calmer now," Arthur says, leading me to the side of camp.
"Abigail's still gonna be a bitch though," I grumble as Arthur steps in front of me.
"Stop worrying about her, she'll leave you alone as long as I'm here," Arthur reassures, leaning down and bringing me in to a gentle kiss. I kiss back, taking my mind off of everything. I really am catching feelings for him.