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Blue Ain't Your Color

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The feeling of lead scraping away at the parchment beneath his fingers, ocean eyes blinked as he scribbled gently against the leather-bound journal that he kept so close to his body... Almost everyone who had looked in it before was dead... Not exactly by his hand but that kept most of his dysfunctional family away.


This all felt familiar, craning his head upwards almost as if feeling like he was in a flashback, Arthur breathed out as he looked out to their current camp. They had just crossed through unamerican lands, losing any law that was searching for them before only to try and start anew in Nevada... Why Nevada? Arthur would never understand, they were about an hour away from Virginia City, a once was mining town that had turned into a cesspool for criminal activity, even though it was Arthur's understanding that they were trying to start over legitimately having been run out of Colorado and Nebraska...

Life had been eventful and subsequently not horrible as of late... Dutch was still Dutch, he had taken Arthur's advice with going one day at a time. Arthur had moved into Dutch's tent after Annabelle's death, mostly just because Arthur was concerned about Dutch's wellbeing and... It was convenient after John.

Just thinking of John made Arthur's heckles rise slightly, to say their relationship was never the same was an understatement, they were constantly butting heads and whenever they were both in camp at the same times there was tension even after four fucking years... Arthur tried, he really did but no matter what, John never let him off the hook and in all honesty, Arthur didn't blame him.

Arthur shook his head to remove the unpleasant thoughts out of his mind before glancing back to his journal.

August 14th, 1894

I never thought I would be so happy back in governed lands after being off American soil, we learned that the only people out there are out to kill ya or rob ya, no in-between. While civilization may not be for me, I'm glad to be back in the land of the free. Despite the last few weeks being mostly uneventful, you're way more likely to be killed in your sleep out there than here. It's been a while since I've seen Dutch smile so much, he took John to the city to gather some information, probably to separate us... I'm gonna kill that kid.

Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, no matter what, he couldn't get away from his demons.

Multiple people asked what had happened between he and John but without spilling the dirty little secrets of their torrid affair, most everyone was left to a mystery and Arthur made a point to make everyone drop it if it was ever brought up. Arthur slapped his journal shut and slipped the book into his bag.

A lot had changed in the few years that they had been on the run... With the unfortunate passing of Bessie only a year after losing dear Annabelle, Hosea had been in a bottle ever since; he was only just recently starting to get his head back, but they had been very lucky in the years after. Mary-Beth, Tilly Jackson, and Karen Jones stuck around after all the shit as did Bill Williamson.

"Mister Morgan!" Miss Grimshaw called, this felt familiar too, but turning his attention to her as she stormed towards him, he only wondered what he was in trouble for this time.

"Miss Grimshaw, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.

"Oh shut up, have you seen the girls?" She asked, Arthur arched a brow.

"Uh no, I haven't, why?" Arthur inquired, Susan huffed and threw her hands up in exasperation.

"I swear those girls get lazier by the day! There are still chores to be done around here without them runnin' off to god knows where. I cannot do all this myself!" She bellowed.

"Jeez Miss Grimshaw calm down! How about this... Lemme go into town, I need to go meet up with Dutch anyway, if I see them I'll send them straight home alright?" Arthur asked, hoping to calm the beast in front of him, Susan settled her icy glare on him momentarily before her gaze softened and she sighed.

"... I suppose that'll do... I'm sorry Arthur, I know this ain't your fault... It's not even really their fault either." She muttered exhaustedly.

"We haven't been near any town or any other people for months... I think we're all just a little on edge." Arthur mentioned, pulling out a cigarette and handing Susan one, to which she snatched quickly, inhaling deeply as Arthur lit it for her.

"I know... I'm sorry I didn't mean to holler I just... Think I needed to holler." She stated, Arthur nodded as he lit his own cigarette.

"Yeah, I know... John does too." He scoffed absentmindedly.

"Oh Arthur, shouldn't the shit between you two be put to bed already? It's been goin' on for years." She questioned, side-eyeing him.

"Tell him that!" Arthur groaned, but before they could start talking about their dysfunctional relationship, Arthur reached up, wiping sweat from his brow. "Speakin' of John though, did Dutch mention anywhere specific he was goin'?" Arthur inquired.

"If you're lookin' for Dutch, he said he was headin' to the Hawkeye Bar in the outskirts of town." Hosea suddenly piped up, both Arthur and Susan quickly turned their heads toward him as he approached, eyes bloodshot and hair tousled.

Arthur was surprised, to say the least, he had to fill both his own and Hosea's shoes after Bessie's death, it wasn't often that Hosea spoke but in the last few months, he seemed to come around everyone else more often. He had become nearly a recluse and was always found at the bottom of a bottle somewhere around camp one way or another. Arthur was relieved if he was honest, he was worried they would eventually lose Hosea to the drink, it was nice to see that he was possibly making a comeback.

"Well, thanks... You wanna come?" Arthur offered, he had been trying to get Hosea back in the saddle since last year, he wasn't holding his breath.

"Nah... You know where I'll be." Hosea muttered, swiftly departing the conversation before it could get started, Susan frowned and sighed.

"Can't say you're surprised..." Arthur murmured.

"I ain't but... This has been goin' on long enough, he's been feelin' sorry for himself for two years... You and Dutch need to talk to him." Susan said, sending a pointed look over to Arthur who gulped slightly.

"W-Well... In all fairness, he did lose his wife." Arthur defended.

"Yes, but when-" Susan paused and glanced around before quieting her voice. "... But when Dutch lost Annabelle he didn't lay around camp while life went on without him... It took some time but we couldn't afford to lose him so he stopped wallowin' in his self-pity, obviously, Hosea doesn't see that or care enough seein' as you had to take over... Dutch ain't perfect but he's not Hosea." She argued, despite not wanting to admit it, she had a point, and while Arthur didn't exactly plan on talking to Hosea about his behavior like an interrogation, he would bring it up to Dutch just for good measure.

"... I'll think about it, but for now, I need to get to that bar, try not to work yourself too hard Miss Grimshaw, we need you just as much." He said, reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder gently, he was relieved to see a small smile form on her features, Susan wasn't appreciated nearly as much as she should be and Arthur knew.

"Thank you, Arthur." She said, reaching up and placing her palm on the back of his hand, nodding to him.

Arthur nodded back before he began walking towards the hitching post outside of the camp where he last left his horse. When they arrived at this location, Arthur took off his reins and saddle so he could graze freely for the first time in over a month. When Arthur reached the post and the silver horse was nowhere to be seen, Arthur frowned before he reached up and placed his fingers in his mouth and whistling for the beast.

"C'mon Admiral!" He called as he finished his cigarette, but when his horse didn't come, Arthur felt panic beginning to rise in his heart.

Despite The Admiral being one son-of-a-bitch of a horse, he was loyal and Arthur had bonded to him deeply in the years they had been runnin' together, not knowing where he was, put Arthur at extreme unease. Thankfully as Pearson was cutting up meat for their meal tonight he saw Arthur beginning to look around frantically and called out to him.

"You lookin' for your horse?" He called, Arthur snapped his head in Pearson's direction.

"No I'm waitin' to sprout wings, yes I'm lookin' for my damn horse." Arthur growled.

"John took it when he went with Dutch." Pearson informed, almost regretting it as he saw a vein pop out of Arthur's head.

"Why isn't his horse good enough!?" Arthur snapped.

"You know that no one else can keep up with The Count except The Admiral, and Dutch was itchin' to get to that town... I think it was Dutch's idea." Pearson explained, hoping to spare John from an untimely death.

"I'm gonna kill 'em both." He snarled before stomping towards John's horse that was still hitched in camp, it was the horse that Arthur had bought him and she was a good reliable horse, but she wasn't The Count or The Admiral.

Once Arthur was on her back he directed her towards Virginia City, he had a rough idea of where he was heading but he had never been this far west before. It was reminding him of the grizzlies but this place was far more unforgiving, one night it's below freezing and the very next day it's sweltering hot. He could see the smoke from the mine in the distance, the mine had been dry for years but they couldn't give up on it after so much money was sunk into it, they were laying off more miners by the week.

The streets were lined with beggars, Arthur truly didn't see the appeal of coming here, but looking ahead as he followed the main road, he could see the bolded words: Hawkeye Saloon. At least he made it in one piece, and he could see his horse hitched next to Dutch's and he felt immensely better. He hitched John's horse next to The Admiral who seemed far more at ease with Arthur there, he quickly went to the horse and ran a hand over the beast's snout.

"You scared me you damn oaf." He grumbled to no one in particular, reaching into his pocket and handing the horse a carrot before venturing inside, still fuming about his horse being taken without his permission.

It wasn't difficult to find John and Dutch who were at the bar swooning some cheap working girls and laughing, which only pissed Arthur off more. However, remembering Susan's words, Arthur did his best and took a breath before walking towards them. John's face did a 180 as soon as he saw Arthur coming, they were immediately having a glaring contest as Dutch turned towards Arthur's direction, throwing his arms out happily.

"Arthur my brother! Glad to see ya, we just found a woman for you." He chortled, Arthur subtly rolled his eyes.

"Thank you but I'm fine, I'd like to know why my horse wasn't at camp when I went lookin' for him." He stated, though his sentence sounded more passive-aggressive than he meant to come off originally... So much for trying.

"Ask Dutch, it's not like you were using him anyway." John replied just as snarkily, which only caused the vein in Arthur's forehead to pop out again.

"Alright, boys that's enough." Dutch warned as he felt the tension rising once again, looking to Arthur apologetically. "I'm sorry Arthur, but it was my idea... We were just on the road for so long I just... Needed to go." He explained, Arthur managed to take another breath and calm himself down before looking to John, finally taking the high road for once.

"... I left Gypsy outside for you." He said shortly but he did his best not to sound confrontational, and he watched carefully as John looked for a reason to be an asshole and eventually being disappointed when he came up short.

"... Thanks." John replied just as shortly.

Arthur was relieved that John accepted his meager peace offering for the moment, finally turning back to Dutch.

"We need to talk about Hosea... I thought you came here for legitimate business but since you obviously did not, I don't suppose I could steal some of your precious time?" Arthur asked, frowning at Dutch who groaned, reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Come on, Arthur we just got here this mornin'... Can't you let me have a little peace?" He asked.

"He's incapable." John scoffed to the side, poking a jab at Arthur as always.

Frustration was an understatement, he felt like a goddamn babysitter looking after a group of toddlers with guns. Arthur turned away so that he didn't end up punching either man in the nose. While Dutch had been doing better emotionally, he had been a little all over the place the last few weeks, Arthur knew it was due to the confinement of the wilderness, hell, he felt cooped up too, but he also knew there were more pressing matters to attend to rather than fucking a dirty hooker for mere cents and getting plastered.

"Fine... I gotta find the girls anyway, but when I get back, we need to talk." Arthur compromised, narrowing his eyes at Dutch as he turned back, challenging Dutch to blow him off again, thankfully Dutch surrendered.

"Alright, alright... Deal. I will be here when you get back." He promised.

"And I'm takin' my horse." Arthur spat for good measure as he walked away.

Nearly throwing the doors to the saloon open he took a few steps outside before he rested his hands at his hips. This was ridiculous, why the hell was it his sole responsibility to keep tabs on everyone? He huffed knowing he offered to find the girls but this was driving him crazy. Hopefully, in a few days, things would get back to normal now that they had options to escape from each other when things got strained.

Arthur was just happy to get out of the bar until he remembered he had absolutely no clue where the girls could possibly be until searching deep in his brain.

Did they mention wanting to go anywhere..? He thought as he climbed on top of The Admiral's back, which felt much more comfortable.

It took a few minutes as he guided his horse down the street, glancing from shop to shop. He knew that he wanted a bath, perhaps he would take one before returning to babysitting duty, it would definitely take a lot off of him before facing Dutch again. He needed to go to the barber too, he sported a beard well but he didn't like his face being constantly itchy.

As he passed a boutique, a memory hit him and he pulled back on The Admiral gently as he thought hard.

I dunno about you girls, but I'm heading to a shop as soon as we get back to civilization, I don't think I own anything that ain't been torn to shreds for one reason or the next...

Arthur hummed and parked The Admiral outside the store before he walked up to the door. He didn't fancy going into a woman's clothing store but he pushed the door open, watching the woman at the counter look to him and pale. He quickly brought his hands up to calm her.

"I'm not here for trouble..." He said, the woman seemed to settle and she sighed in relief.

"Sorry, I just don't see many... People your type coming in my store, usually they're demanding protection money." She sighed.

"Protection money?" He inquired. "There a gang in the area?" He asked.

"Which one?" The woman scoffed. "You not from around here?" She asked, Arthur quickly rethought any more questions, he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

"Yeah, me and my crew, we was laid off a few months back, we came west lookin' for work." He explained.

"Sorry to say but you're not gonna find work here unless you're bounty hunting... The mine is dried up, they're layin' off more people than their hirin'..." She explained wearily. "Lots of businesses been closing."

"That's too bad... Thanks for the tip, but that's not what I came here for, I was curious if you saw a group of women, two white, one dark, you woulda probably remembered them." Arthur conversed casually, the woman hummed as she thought but shook her head.

"Don't recall meetin' anyone new besides you, but there are a few other boutiques in town, you could try them." She mentioned.

"Where might they be?" Arthur asked.

The clerk was kind enough to mark Arthur's map of the other boutiques in town, and he knew she was likely to be the last friendly face he would meet with for a while. There were five others in total, and while Arthur didn't appreciate being on a wild goose chase, anything was better than being near John.

Arthur's gut clenched at the thought as he remembered how good they used to be, but thankfully he rode up on the third boutique on his list. He was preparing for it to be a false hope as well but as he was riding up, he watched none other than Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth walk out of the store, all laughing and smiling until they saw Arthur.

"Good afternoon ladies." He greeted a bit unamusedly.

"Hey, Arthur." Tilly greeted nervously.

"Y-You wouldn't happen to be lookin' for us would ya?" Karen asked.

"Why would I be lookin' for ya'll? You disappear as soon as we get within arms reach of town and Miss Grimshaw is at camp, screamin' at me." Arthur countered as he climbed off of his horse and approaching the three women who all had nervous smiles plastered on their faces as his scalding hot glare landed on them.

"Alright, Arthur... You caught us." Mary-Beth sighed. "W-We know we shoulda helped set up before takin' off but-"

"But Grimshaw is two words away from being roasted on a spit." Karen interrupted with a huff.

"Karen." Mary-Beth warned.

"Come on, Arthur. You don't gotta pretend she ain't drivin' you crazy when she ain't even here." Karen argued, Arthur sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"That ain't the point... You know we all gotta pitch in and annoyin' or not, without her we wouldn't have a camp for ya'll to abandon..." He chided.

"Alright, alright... We won't do it again but please don't send us back yet." Karen begged. "Just a little longer! I promise we'll work extra hard when we get back but please just let us be free a little longer."

"Yeah, please Arthur?" Tilly asked.

"Please?" Mary-Beth parroted.

While Arthur wanted to stay angry and wear the iron fist... He didn't blame them. If Dutch and John could goof off, so could the girls.

"Fine, fine... But I expect you to keep your promise about workin' hard when you get back." He compromised. "And try not to be gone too long..." He added as the girls screeched happily and all hugged him and kissed his cheek before running off.

Arthur watched them escape him before he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Now, he definitely needed a bath and a haircut, he mounted his horse once more and looked for the nearest barber and hotel. He needed to decompress and he needed a shave, he ended up finding the barbershop first, he sat in the chair and closed his eyes as the barber went to work on his beard and then chopping some length off his hair.

He was actually thankful to have cut his hair before he bathed, it was less he had to worry about drying. Reaching up and feeling his clean-shaven jawline he felt like a new man already... Trudging into the nearest hotel he tossed a quarter onto the counter before he ducked into the back to find an open room.

When he found a room, he was so relieved to be by himself for the first time in months. He shed all the layers of his clothing and slipped into the hot water, he was so fucking comfortable he could have stayed for hours, but unfortunately, he still had other things to do. He dipped his head underwater briefly, getting his hair wet and scrubbing his face gently as someone knocked at the door. Arthur hastily looked to make sure his gun was still within reach before he answered.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Just a woman wondering if you needed any assistance in there." A female voice responded, Arthur considered declining but he could really use a massage and he wasn't in a hurry to get back to the bar.

"Sure, come on in, but a fair warning, I'm not cheap." he chuckled.

The door opened to reveal a rather attractive woman, her hair was jet black pulled up in a messy bun, her eyes were crystal pools and her dress flowed fluidly behind her. She was truly beautiful and he was even more glad that he chopped his hair off beforehand.

"Neither am I." She replied sassily but in good humor.

"In my pocket there's-"

"Don't worry... I can tell you're good for it." She interrupted, only interesting Arthur further.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Should I second guess myself?" She inquired, arching a brow.

"... Guess we'll see." he teased lightly, sending a small smirk to her, she paused but took a seat next to Arthur's tub.

"How can I make your time any more relaxing?" She inquired.

"Mind actually just rubbin' my shoulders?" He asked. "Just got into town, was travelin' a while..." He yawned.

"Oh, of course." She said, almost seeming surprised at the innocent request but she scooted towards Arthur as he leaned forward.

Her hands felt delicate on his skin as she kneaded into Arthur's back, he did his best not to make any noise since he was naked underneath the sudsy water, he didn't want to risk making this woman uncomfortable. He couldn't help but groan as she worked on a rather tight part of his back.

"I've never felt someone so tense in my life." She marveled.

"I'm not surprised." Arthur chuckled tiredly as he grunted. "Been carryin' a lot on my shoulders." He mentioned.

"How so?" She asked casually.

"Well, our crew got laid off from our factory out east and we been travelin' to find work... We've been runnin' on the bare minimum lately and it's been tough." he explained.

"I couldn't imagine... Though I don't think you'll find much out here." The woman stated.

"Yeah, already had one shop owner tell me that... I suppose we'll go north." Arthur listlessly murmured, he had no clue what they were gonna do if they wanted to lay low.

"I hear it's goin' well up that way." She mentioned, Arthur was exhausted thinking about it, but thankfully the woman's hands took away from his stress.

There was silence for a few minutes as the woman rubbed Arthur's back, neck, and shoulders... She would occasionally graze his collar bone and he wasn't sure if she was sending him a signal or if she wasn't, and he wasn't confident enough to ask. He wasn't looking for love anyway... While Arthur did visit brothels on occasion his taste was something dangerous... Not that he didn't sleep with women.

Ever since he was with John, his thirst for men was intolerable, specifically John. Despite him being a little shit, Arthur still found himself holding back urges that plagued him on the daily... A few times a year he would catch himself slinking away from camp long enough to find a male prostitute to sleep with when he was really desperate, but he was usually able to stretch out those kinds of indulgences and make them last.

"You're a hard thinker, aren't you?" The woman asked, sucking Arthur out of his shameful thoughts, he chuckled.

"I suppose so... I can't help it." he replied.

"It's nice to see a man with a head on his shoulders rather than relyin' on the one between his legs." She giggled, Arthur glanced over to her and smirked.

"Oh trust me, I rely on him plenty." He snickered, watching her blush slightly, her hands slowing briefly before resuming their pace on Arthur's shoulders, he had obviously caught her off guard.

"W-Well... You can rely on it as long as you know how to use it." She huffed, challenging Arthur playfully.

"Guess you're right... You wanna find out?" Arthur inquired, his eyes scanning her form quickly.

"I-I... Well, I would but that's my night job." She revealed, shocking Arthur.

"You? A workin' girl?" He asked, watching her visage shift to discomfort.

"Yeah... You gotta problem with that?" She asked.

"No, forgive me I was just surprised." Arthur responded, hoping he didn't offend her.


"Yeah, some of the women I've seen around here for pay are... Not you." He tried to explain politely but he couldn't help his tone hinting at his attraction to her.

"Well I ain't cheap, I told you." She replied with a smirk of her own, Arthur couldn't help but chuckle.

"That you did." He said.

"Besides, I don't even know your name... I may be a-workin' girl but I have standards." She snorted.

"Whoa there, I see how it is." Arthur laughed before he stretched slightly, the water was beginning to cool and he needed to be on his way, he turned his head over to her and offered his signature lopsided smile. "Trust me, ma'am, you do not look cheap and if I wasn't needed I would stick around... But unfortunately, I gotta get goin'... But thank you for your time." He mused, the woman smiled, blushing a bit more subtly this time but she nodded.

"Of course... Thank you for bein' a gentleman... For the most part." She teased as she stood and walked towards the door before she stopped and looked behind her shoulder to Arthur. "... If you're ever lookin' for some company, feel free to look for me later." She said, sending a flirtatious wink at Arthur before slinking out of the room to give Arthur some privacy.

He snickered and shook his head before he stood up and grabbed a towel, scrubbing his hair with it and soaking up the water on his body. Once he was changed Arthur wanted to kick himself, he realized he never asked for her name... That and he wanted to give her a tip for giving him a good time. He walked out of the room and walked down the hall, glancing into the open rooms and cursing himself when he didn't find her but when he walked upfront only to see her folding towels at the counter he stopped in his tracks.

She continued folding quietly until she hesitated and looked behind her only to see Arthur standing there, she turned her body towards him and looked him up and down before humming.

"You look rather different with your clothes on Mister..?"

"Callahan, Arthur Callahan, Miss..?"

"... Roberts, Abigail Roberts." She introduced.

There was a hitch in the air as the two stood there looking at one another almost as if lost in a trance. Eventually, Arthur did blink and walked around to the other side of the counter and reached into his satchel, pulling out a few extra coins and placing them on the counter to pay for the deluxe service before walking back to Abigail and pulling out a few dollar bills and handing them to her. Her brows instantly raised and she looked defensive at first.

"It ain't what you think." Arthur said quickly. "... Just a tip." He added, she seemed less offended but not inclined to take it.

"I-I don't want to make you think... W-Well I don't owe you nothin'." She stammered nervously.

"Of course... Not if you don't want to." He said calmly. "If you want, you can just take it and take the night off for a change or... If you want... You can just pay me back later." He hummed softly, as to not embarrass either of them, but Abigail relaxed and eyed the money and then eyed Arthur.

"... I suppose I can save you a time whenever is best for you." She replied, reaching out and taking the money from Arthur, their hands grazing as she did so and meeting Arthur's admiring gaze with her own.

"I have to be honest... I dunno if I'll ever have time." He chuckled a bit tiredly, she shrugged in response.

"Well, just think of it as a guarantee... If you have time then you have me, if not... Th-Thank you." She said, her eyes radiating genuine relief as she looked to the bills in her hand.

"You're welcome... I'll hold you to that." He mused.

"You won't have to I'll be more than willin'." She giggled as Arthur walked towards the door.

Arthur spared one last glance to Abigail before he walked back out to The Admiral, he rolled his neck and grinned as he got on the beast's back. That was a major boost to his confidence, it was nice to know that he still got it, it made him feel better about returning to the bar... Until he realized that both Dutch's and John's horses were gone. He rushed into the building just in case their horses were ripped off but no... They were gone.

Just like that Arthur's mood was sour all over again. Of course, they would do that, he was not even gone for two and a half hours! Arthur stood there in the saloon fuming for a moment before he stormed back out. Fuck this. He was done playing the baby sitter and he was done picking up everyone's messes. He thought about returning to Abigail but she was working her day job and he didn't want to overstay his welcome... She was extremely beautiful and was feisty to boot, which only made her more attractive.

Maybe he would just give in and leave after supper to cash in his favor to her, why in the hell shouldn't he?

The ride back to camp helped Arthur simmer down a bit but he was still fuming when he returned. Neither John nor Dutch were back but he was pleasantly surprised to see the girls back and working without complaints. He approached a hitching post and tied The Admiral down before he reached up and pet the large animal.

"I should figure out how to lock you down..." he grumbled to the horse before walking back into camp.

"I see you found your horse." Susan observed.

"I did." Arthur replied shortly as he went to walk passed her.

"... Thank you for talkin' to the girls, Arthur." She said, stopping Arthur's path of destruction at least for the moment. "... I know everyone just sees me as a thorn in their side but... Thank you for understanding my position." She thanked genuinely, Arthur almost blushed and shook his head.

"Y-You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do... We all should." She huffed. "... You've been pullin' a lot of weight lately and no one saw it, not even me." She sighed shamefully.

"... That's what I'm good at, Miss Grimshaw." Arthur chuckled tiredly before turning to face the rest of the group and watched them working together. "... If I don't, who will?" He asked.

"... I hear that." She muttered, watching Arthur walk away toward the tent that he shared with Dutch, he needed a nap desperately.


A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind


The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart


And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became


The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart


I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you


The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart


The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart