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IN SICKNESS – JOHN MARSTON
(I'm sick & this is how I cope, so it might suck I'm sorry 😭.)
The weather around you was something you admired as the leaves turned all shades orange and allowed themselves to fall with the gentle guidance of the autumn breeze and eventually meet the grass, contrasting their hues. Yet a much-hated characteristic of this season was how easily anyone could contract a sickness they'd have to suffer with for at least a few days.
The usual chatter around camp was nothing more than an annoying buzz in your ears as you lay in your bedroll, trying to ease your discomfort.
Your sickness started with subtle symptoms, and brushed it off–you had matters to attend to, and you had certainly faced worse than this. The donation box wasn't going to fill itself. Everyone had to do their part before starvation was another thing this gang would worry about.
It wasn't long before exhaustion caught up to you. Your body came down with a fever as it tried its best to heal itself, heat pulsing through your skin as you began feeling pain, finding its way into your bones, and making a home of them.
You weren't much of a use for the gang right now. Not while you couldn't move an inch without feeling like your legs would give out at any given moment. Not when everything outside of the blanket over you was freezing for your currently burning up body.
Yet, no member present in camp left you to rot; with everyone showing their concern about your well-being in their own way, as Pearson provided you with warm meals, Arthur and Sadie fetching medicine to ease your pain and the remaining people close to you made sure to contribute enough cash to the camp to cover this week's expenses to cover your part as well.
While the rest of the gang did their bit in different ways–John remained stubbornly sat by your side; watching over you every passing second, making sure you were okay as he tried his best to help you get comfortable. He knew he could easily contract whatever had you breaking down, but he simply didn't care as much as he cared about you getting through it.
Certainly, if not everything, then most things around you felt uncomfortable; the sounds that worsened the ringing in your ears, the way the light made its way through the tent flaps and landed right on your eyes, making your head hurt, or the way you felt completely weak. You just couldn't decide which was getting on your nerves more.
“Hey, I need you to sit up.” His rough voice snapped you out of your trance as you tried sitting up with his help despite your body's protests. “There ya go.” John sighed with relief when he saw you finding the courage to follow his instructions, a small smile tugged on his lips as he brushed your hair out of your face before he reached for the medicine he had lazily placed beside your bedroll.
John carefully popped off the lid and gently held the bottle against your lips, waiting for your breath to steady. “You got this, it's alright.” He mumbled softly in an attempt to ensure that the ringing in your ears wouldn't become unbearable because of him. Much unlike his usual coarse personality, this time around, there was something soft and kind with the way he was treating you with care as if you were something to be handled delicately and looked after.
RUN AWAY WITH ME, JOHN
(I think about this scene between Arthur and Mary often but i cant handle to write angst🙁)
John watched you. It was almost as if he was admiring your courage for a moment, but you couldn't be too sure about what was going through his mind, not when he was as still as a statue frozen in time.
Running away from your troublesome life to start anew with the only person you needed in your life seemed appealing, even to John's eyes. The family you had made along the way was the only thing holding both of you back, but if you want to live a better life, you have to make the necessary sacrifices.
The cowboy standing before you took a sharp breath in – he had considered running away with you before, yet now that you've made it come to reality, he wasn't sure why he was hesitating.
Every thought was now crossing his mind in just a few seconds. Thinking about how much freedom could come with starting a new life with you, but at the same time, there would be consequences.
John felt some tension leaving his body as he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
“I'll follow you.” You felt a wave of pure relief wash over you as you read his lips before the sound of his rough voice could reach your ears. His body language gave away everything he didn't allow to escape – his posture mimicking yours as he relaxed his shoulders, resting his hands on his belt as he held your gaze.
He embraced the idea like no other; after moments of hesitation, John realized that was what he was born for; to run wild and free from the law or a gang that was now causing itself to crumble to pieces. It was useless to stay here when almost everyone had run off to live a better life and start anew – so why couldn't you do the same with him?
Being a part of this gang wasn't an easy task, constantly on the run with people other than yourself to care about. The unfair sacrifices, the losses of human lives along the way left your soul anything but unbruised.
The soft wind worked in his favor, tousling his wild hair and sending a few strands across his face. It wove effortlessly through his dark locks, as it did between the leaves, leaving a quiet melody in its wake while some of them gracefully fell on the ground.
Everything comes to an end, the only thing you can control is whether you are content with the life you had before it's your time to fall.
John was aware of the kind of life you wanted to lead, and he wanted to play a part in it, have a place in your memories, and make new ones together.
no one can tell me John Marston wouldn't eat up those TikTok live ASMRs where the finger puppet squirrels eat the microphone
art block is shit you're telling me im completely unable to draw sweaty, oiled up cowboys for DAYS then when I DO get motivated I decide that I suddenly have a job to do and have to devote all of my money time and oxygen to artfight???? not to mention when I try to motivate myself to draw and it just looks like something straight out of johns journal :(. (no offense, I love my husband).
Riding up to Cochinay has never been more stressful. 1. Got attacked by three bears
2. Nearly fell off a cliff like five times
3. Eerie music started playing when I was searching around Dutch's old camp
And 4. I didn't even find the herb I was looking for..... Nice scenery, but it's safe to say I'm never going into Tall Trees ever again.
Anyone out there want to be picked up off the street? If you do I must warn you, John will howl at the moon at around 8-9pm for about 15 minutes, so bring earplugs
Went to Fanboy Expo yesterday thinking I was only gonna be able to afford getting a picture with Rob ... I ended up getting to see everyone who was there !!! <3
It was SO much fun.
They were all so nice to me and I had a lot of quick yet silly conversations. I was especially excited to meet Rob and when I did I started crying--he was... SO. SWEET. He told me not to be nervous and that I looked amazing. Gave him a very big hug and couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. I told Alex about the conversations I've had with my lesbian aunt and how she thinks Sadie's a total cowbian badass. Alex replied with : "Yeah, I imagine she likes to go with the flow." Which, slay. Overall, I wish I wasn't so awkward with Roger and Benjamin (and a little bit with Peter and Kaili) but honestly I was kind of intimidated with them being the 'main characters' of Red Dead 2 while I've only ever played Red Dead 1 (IK Benjamin played Dutch in the first game as well but his appearances were a lot more important in the 2nd). Hoping the next time I get to see any of the Red Dead cast I won't be so shy -- and not to mention I'll be prepared with gifts !!!
When I'm not so busy with school I'm hoping to create some silly art of some stuff that was said about the characters during the panel... hehehe... <3
WIP (RDR1 SPOILERS AHEAD)
CW: Major character death, slight gore
Jack Marston
Making this animation only because I needed an excuse to draw father son bonding between John and Jack.
I finished another part,if you want support,Please click on the link in the comments section and retweet it, perhaps expressing a desire to purchase the comic?
anyway,thanks for watching
modern dancing
Us Three || Arthur Morgan x Reader x John Marston smut
Summary: Arthur Morgan & John Marston are having some arousing time with Reader.
Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration
Words: 2471
Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker
Author: Cass & Rouge
In that split second before the touch every nerve in your body and brain were electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.
And you've never thought about being in such a situation.
You were their drug. One touch and the intoxication was instant. Just your scent sent them into a heady trance, one that didn't end until your bodies were still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as three souls could be.
Your back were leant against cold, stone wall of the bedroom. Arthur was on your left, John on the right.
John's hands pulled you into messy kiss, his rough hands held your cheek.
"Try to not eat her, Marston,” Arthur muttered before his lips attacked your neck and collarbone. His big hands held your hips.
"Shut up…," John growled against your lips before also moving to your neck to bite and suck on all your soft spots.
Soft moan escaped your parted lips, you were turning head from left to right, giving a loving kiss to each of them. "My cowboys," quiet whimper was everything you could do at that moment. Their touches on your body were sending you right to heaven. Their kisses, their strong scents. Your hands moved down their bodies, to their crotches.
Arthur smiled at your soft touch while John let you a quiet whimper. "Our girl," Arthur pulled you into a kiss, bucking his hips into your hand.
"Our dirty girl," John whispered. He undid his pants and guiding your hand under them.
You were kissing Arthur as your palm was wrapped around John's member. You gave him few long strokes. Within a second you broke kiss with Morgan to press a kiss to John's jawline. Other hand of yours started unbuckling Arthur's pants. "And that's why I love both of you, boys," smile appeared onto your lips as your other hand squeezed Arthur's balls.
Marston kept pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin that he could reach, he was that touch starved.
"... and we love you," Morgan growled against your shoulder.
"What we’re gonna do with you, huh?," he looked at you as his hand slowly traveled under your shirt to you tender breast.
John imitated Arthur's move to give your other breast some attention too.
"You both good know what does your doll need," your reply was short and firm.
You slipped out of their embraces. You turned around to Arthur first, pushing him onto the wall. Second later you did same with Marston. "Pants down, cowboys," you ordered with a grin, slowly unbuttoning your flannel shirt.
Both boys muttered something but obeyed you. Both cocks were hard, standing proud. Arthur was a bit bigger and thicker than John. Men looked on you with anticipation and lust in their eyes.
"And wonder what is it?," John said with soft smile.
You unbuttoned your shirt open, you pressed your front to John's while making out with him. Your tongues were dancing together, meantime your grabbed Arthur's thick length slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft. After longer moment, you went down on your knees.
John kissed you back eagerly, both of his hands moved down your body to rest on your ass. He purred deeply into the kiss and squeezed your butt.
Arthur growled unhappy. "Why he gets much more attention than me?," he murmured and after a moment looked down on you.
"Jealous, Morgan?," John teased him.
You smirked at them and shortly after wrapped lips around thick length of Arthur. You bobbed head back and forth, your eyes on his face. After longer moment you pulled his dick out of your mouth and spat on John's member, picking it up to lick its inner part.
Arthur inhaled sharply at the blissful feeling of your lips around his sensitive shaft. "Oh, darling',” man hummed moving his hand through your hair.
"Fuck…," John whimpered quietly at the contact of your tongue with his member.
You sucked onto John's tip. You pulled him out to give some attention to Arthur, meantime your free hand traveled to hems of your dress and beneath it, you rubbed your cunt.
"Pull her up." John said to Arthur.
"C'mon, darling'." Arthur purred and did what he had to. He pressed your back to his chest, he parted your legs before raising one of them. John got onto his knees and wasted no time, he immediately attacked your entrance with his tongue. Arthur's finger moved to rub your clit, pressing it from time to time.
"Fuck!," your whimper was loud. "Fuck, yeah," your hand was slipped into John's hair, you rolled hips for him as you turned your head to kiss Arthur. "You both like my pussy, don't ya?," you asked. "I know you do. You both are fucking skilled, I fucking love all things you do to me," you were pricing both of them, the lust in your voice. You grabbed your shirt and fully took it off tossing it onto wooden floor.
John mumbled against your entrance before pushing his tongue and finger inside you.
Arthur smiled and his hand grabbed one of your breasts. He rolled and pinched your nipple, kissing your neck.
"Fuck," your eyes were rolled back with a blissful sigh escaping your mouth. Both of your hands were placed on back of Marston's head as you started to fuck his face with your cunt.
Arthur grabbed your other leg and picked you up. "We have a nice surprise for you, darling'. Remember what we talked about, John?"
Other man moved away from your pussy and looked at Arthur hesitantly. "Are ya sure about that? We might hurt her, I don't want that," Marston said getting back onto his feet.
"She will be fine. Besides, Charles made something, he said it will be useful while having fun. Hold her," Arthur said before passing you to John.
John smiled and nuzzled to your cheek and neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Heart was beating fast in your chest. You were oh so curious about what your cowboys had to offer to you. You wrapped legs tightly around John's hips, slowly rolling hips against his already rock hard member. You tangled fingers in his hair as your lips traveled along his neck sucking into his pulse point. "What are you planning, guys?," you turned your head to Arthur as you observed his every move.
"You can't be still even for a moment, huh girl?," John shook his head, grabbing your hips tightly enough to prevent any movement. "Better be quick there, Arthur."
"Just give me a moment." Arthur was looking for something in his bad. Both man ignored you.
You nuzzled tightly to John's shoulder inhaling his scent. You raised head to kiss his jawline. "Guys...?," you moaned lovingly, "What's that?"
"Got it!," Arthur said visibly happy. He had a small jar in his hand.
John simply kissed side of your head. "Ya sure, it will work? We not gonna hurt her?," asked John setting you on the floor.
"I think we will see while doing it. I mean, she is smart enough to let us know if it will be too much for her to handle. Right?," Arthur smiled, kissing top of your head.
You climbed onto toes and kissed him murmuring. "What do you plan to me?," you asked again and slowly got fully undressed. Second later you were laying onto the bed looking at your men.
"Who do ya want to have in front of you sweetheart?" Arthur asked. “I want you, Arthur, I want you and that beautiful, strong body of yours in front of me," you knelt on the bed with hand already placed between your thighs. "Will you be waiting some more? Shall I start with myself?," you teased them.
John looked away with soft frown, feeling insecure, probably because of his scares.
"Nah, no need. We will do that," Arthur knelt in from of you while John took place behind you. Arthur took some of the stuff from the jar, it was some kind of a lube. He made sure to coat his cock, then John's. Other man gasped and growled at the touch.
"Let's hope it will be enough," Arthur smiled and lifted you up only slip his cock inside you.
Soon John tried to join him.
When Arthur's member was fully slipped into you, you let a loud sigh biting your lower lip. "So good...," you whispered looking behind you above your shoulder. "John?," you stack your bun to him, a blush onto your lips as you rested hands at Arthur's chest, you waited for John to join both of you.
John said nothing, he nuzzled to your shoulder trying his best to hide his face. To your own surprise John didn't tried to fuck your ass as always. "Come on, Marston. You not gonna hurt her," Arthur slightly annoyed.
Other man growled and pushed into you joining Arthur's cock. John let out a quiet whimper. "Oh God."
One of your hands traveled back to hold into John's forearm as you arched your back. Pleasure was already huge, your two boys fucking you slowly at the same time. You were filled to the brim by their cocks. "Just like that...," you laid your front on Arthur's chest since you couldn't move by yourself, Marston and Morgan had the power over you.
"You like it don't you, Y/N? Who do you belong to? Huh?! Answer me!," Arthur growled pushing harder few times before coming to back to gently pace.
John kept pushing gently into you, placing kisses on your neck and shoulder. "Our little treasure," man purred against your skin.
You already became a moaning mess and it was hard to you to say anything. But when you managed, it's more a moan than proper answer. "Mhm... To John... Fuck! To John Marston and to Arthur fucking Morgan," you sucked onto Arthur's lower lip biting it to blood second later. "Fuck, John!"
Arthur pulled you into a deep kiss as both boys started to move faster, giving you hart thrust.
"Fuck," John whimpered, wrapping arm around you lower belly.
"Such a good, girl. Taking us so good," Arthur praised you as his hand moved to your clit. "We fuck you so good."
You kissed Arthur oh so deeply humming in the kiss. "Enough," you asked while exhaling deeply. "I want to ride Marston's stallion," you claimed, "And to suck your fucking cock, Arthur."
"I though you prefer to have Arthur in front of you?," John said as he stopped moving and slowly pulled out. He laid down, looking at you.
Arthur moved you off his cock. Within a second you straddled John's lap guiding his cock into your soaking wet core. "Fuck," you rolled head back and rolled hips for him quickly. "Just like that!" Few thrusts of yours have passed before you leant down to suck onto Morgan's member. You pumped hand around his thick shaft.
John kept a nice and steady pace, wanting to give you as much of pleasure as possible. His hand moved to your clit, he rubbed it gently while two of his fingers slipped inside you along his cock.
Arthur growled softly. He grabbed hand full of your hair to fuck your face the way he wanted.
Soft hum sent vibrations to Arthur's cock as single tear streamed down your cheek. That pleasure was too much for you to handle but you didn't want it to stop, ever. You spat on Arthur's cock, deep-throating him and gagging yourself with his length.
Arthur let out a unexpected deep moan. "Fuck, darling. You’re gonna make me cum. I am so close."
"I am too," John whimpered against your skin. His thrust became sloppy and erratic, he was letting out a quiet whimper from time to time. "Please, tell me I can fill you up."
You started stroking Arthur's cock hardly, jerking him while your eyes were on John. "Fuck me, Marston. I wanna be filled with your sweet cum, it's your fucking pussy after all," you stated with blissful smirk as you felt how Arthur's cock throb in your palm.
Arthur smiled as his hand moved to his balls. "And I’m gonna paint that beautiful, rosy face white tonight," said Morgan proudly.
John grabbed your hips tightly, your words gave him new strength. He used it to fuck your cunt as hard as he only could. Soon, both men cum. Arthur just like as said he cum on you. He growled loudly at the sight of his milky cum, dripping down your face.
John cum deep inside of you, whispering your name, you could feel how hard it was for him to calm down his breath. Man only nuzzled to your body, relaxing slowly.
You licked your lips from Arthur's cum and wiped what has left on your cheek and chin. Then you leant to John and kissed him deeply. You got off his lap to take his cock into your mouth, you wanted desperately to taste your mixed cums.
John hissed softly at the sudden feeling. "Fuck, Y/N."
"I think someone is a bit too sensitive here," Arthur teased and John blushed looking away. "C'mon, darling’. Time to rest, you were a good girl today,," Arthur purred.
As you finished with John, you nuzzled to his chest, your fingers traveled all over his torso. Arthur nuzzled to your back and closed his eyes.
"Y/N?" John asked quietly.
Your chin raised as you looked at him, gently stroking his right cheek, right where scars were visible. "Yes, darling?"
"Earlier you said all those nice things about Arthur's body, do you... Do you think, I am less…," John stopped thinking about right word, "Less attractive? Because of the scars?"
You reached out and made him turn face fully towards you. You kissed his lips and cheek with scars then. Tiny, gently kisses were placed to each of his scars, you pecked his lips. "Silly, you're as handsome as he is. These scars only get you more manly charm."
"Or shows how stupid he is," Arthur muttered.
John rolled his eyes and nuzzled to you, hugging you tightly. "Thank you."
"Morgan, you bastard," you snapped hitting Arthur's forearm with fist. "Shut that filthy mouth of yours and you, darling," you turned to John, "Don't listen to him. He's just jealous that he doesn't get as much of my attention lately."
Arthur giggled softly and shook his head. "Let's just rest... Imma tired," Morgan stated sleepily.
John kissed your lips before nuzzling to you. "I love you, Y/N. So much."
"I love her too," Arthur added lazily.
Soon, all three of you were sleeping. Men were keeping you locked, nice and safe, between their bodies.
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Honestly this is one of my favorite takes on why John never mentions Arthur in RDR1.
Crying sobbing all over the floor- absolutely amazing
there's a lot of discussion and speculation about the fact john doesn't speak of arthur in rdr1. logistically it's not hard to understand that rdr1 just came out years before rdr2 and thats why but . But.
but when you think of rdr1 with the additional context two, there is something quite... in line with john trying to forget arthur. wanting to. or burying him. not just in metaphor or in soil but in his memories and in some way failing to do it but in another succeeding
you think of john and his commitment to his son and wife and you think of his willingness to do anything for them. moral or not. righteous or not. and you think of the fact that john didn't know at the time the sort of man arthur believed him to be, but he perhaps modeled himself in the image of his older brother. near incidental. he has so little in common with arthur really. john's broody and lacking remorse and at twenty-six he's inconsiderate entirely in a way arthur never was.
but time is a thief and one day, he turns 38. he's older than arthur when he dies. and john doesn't remember well what he looks like, and all he can feel when he thinks of arthur is grief. grief that never ends. thats the thing about all of it, you'll realize - is that john knows arthur best in the retroactive.
the sort of complicated, odd man arthur was revealed to him in the creases of pages and keepsakes. in the carving of his guns that john finds after arthur is gone. in the ring of the woman arthur loved long ago. in the confessionals to his son isaac and the regret in the letters he wrote to their psuedo father. you realize john knows more of arthurs stagnant ghost that can't guide john into manhood the way he so desperately needs. and it's all he has to go by to make a man of himself.
john never finds out what kind of man arthur believed him to be and he has to infer the real good man arthur was. in grief there is love. john loved arthur enough to want to be like him. and in burying the living, breathing man arthur was he's forced to cling to his spirit. has to piece together the kindness of his older brother through memories and diary entries and secondhand stories. and that's how he models himself in rdr1 to me. where arthur is moral john becomes dutiful and where arthur is kind, john is helpful. he becomes the shadow of arthurs best qualities. he can never be arthur. no one could ever be arthur, even if arthur had given them the page by page instructions of how to do so. this is all he has. all he knows. all he can do.
john misses his brother. so he tries to embody him. but he can't really in the same way he can't grieve him. so he makes a home for arthurs ghost to return to in himself. john never mentions arthur because it dregs up painful what-ifs, but they share so many mannerisms and bastardized qualities. john has fashioned himself based on those loose memories.
one day, a stranger meets john and says. "why would you remember me, friend? you've forgotten far more important people than me" and john will remember all the ghosts he's ever loved briefly. there will be a blurry face and a forgiving voice and it will sound like a memory and it will linger in johns ribcage like a moth. and john won't remember. he won't. he can't. he buried his brother without ever doing it.
john says a lot of things. feels a lot of things. he shoots his gun to the stranger who calls his memory into question and the thing jams and the bastard roams free. john will taste blood in his mouth. he'll feel a cough in his lungs and well, he won't remember his brother still. buried men must stay buried.
of course. of course john never mentions arthur. he can't remember him, even though he's inherited so much of his manner. to speak it of him would be admitting to his existence. its admitting: i miss you. im sorry. it was my fault.
of course john never mentions arthur. he's made all this effort in forgetting him that even when his body and his gesture and his character betray the fact he's forgotten - his mind will soothe the pain and blur out his face.
and instead of remembering in life even once, he'll die the same way arthur did. alone. protective. contented. redeemed. john loves arthur like most brothers do - with muscle memory.
even if john cuts the necrosis of arthurs memory off of him, his body will twitch at the phantom feeling of his existence. john remembers even when he can't. arthur his only brother. the most important man he's ever forgotten.
FEED YOUR ARTHURS
FEED YOUR JOHNS
FEED THEM GOOD!!!
I love how some players struggle to remember to feed Arthur and some players straight up don't feed him but man I have the opposite problem I keep accidentally overfeeding him lol
Preference
How the gang would react to you gifts Jack a little pony
(part 1 )
[Masterlist]
[RDR Masterlist]
Inspired by this video :)
Gender neutral reader
Intro:
You where in Valentine cause you needed to buy some food for your horse. While you where talking with the seller. A little pony comes to you. You don't think about her at first, but when you where heading to your horse she starts following you. When you look at her you think that little Jack doesn't have a friend of the same age. And that she thinks your their parent and you couldn't leave her like that. So you go to speak with the seller if you could buy her. They say that the little pony didn't have a mother, and you could take her for free. After you take the supplies for your horse and your new tiny friend. You go to the camp with her following you behind.
Their reaction:
Arthur:
When Arthur see the little horse following you he's like "wtf!!". But he thinks it's cute. He'll ask where did you get her and when you say what happened. He'll let out a little giggle. You go to little Jack with her still following behind. When you say to Jack you have a gift for him, he'll be very curious about it and ask what is the gift. When you show him your little friend, he's the most happy kid in the world! You told him to take care of her and he, o'course, nods. Arthur was smiling while watching the scene from far away. That's one of the thinks why he loves about you.
Jonh:
When John sees you new little friend. He's like Arthur. But he didn't say anything. You go to little Jack with her still following behind. When you say to Jack you have a gift for him, he'll be very curious about it and ask what is the gift. When you show him your little friend, he's the most happy kid in the world! You told him to take care of her and he, o'course, nods. John didn't like the idea that much. But when he sees his son playing with you and his new friend. He start to think otherwise.
Dutch:
Dutch ask to himself why that baby horse was following you. Then he goes back to what he was doing. You go to little Jack with her still following behind. When you say to him you have a gift for him, he'll be very curious about it and ask what is the gift. When you show him your little friend, he's the most happy kid in the world! You told him to take care of her and he, o'course, nods. After some time he hears some laughs. So he starts to search where does the laughs came from. When Dutch founds you and little Jack with the little baby horse of before playing together. He smiles and comes back to what he was doing before.
Hosea:
Hosea will first go to you and ask where did you get her. When you say to him what happened he starts to laugh. Then he goes to his tent and comes back after some minutes. He gives you some little apples to give to little Jack for the baby horse. You thank him then you go to little Jack with her still following behind. When you say to Jack you have a gift for him, he'll be very curious about it and ask what is the gift. When you show him your little friend, he's the most happy kid in the world! You told him to take care of her and he, o'course, nods. Hosea was smiling from the distance. After some minutes he goes back to read his journal
[Hope you all liked it :D ]
John Marston
4 hrs total: 2 hrs yesterday and 2 hrs today.
Arthur Morgan
"If You Win Power, Remember Why You Wanted It."
"We're More Ghosts Than People."
"You're My Brother."
"....I Know."
you’re his favourite.
(reference)
HOSEA KICK JOHN LIKE FOOTBALL?
oh my god two of them