#( 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 ; main verse (( Milton ))

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        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. The Milton family had maids and their own cook, usually because of his father’s busy lifestyle, but his sister never seemed to care about that. She would cook and bake to her heart’s content as if she forgot about their hired help, and one way Andrew and his sister bonded was through this. She would make them a meal, and have the maid bring it up to Andrew’s room, before joining him a few moments later. Under the rim of his glass, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his previous annoyance was washed out.

        He began to wonder if Grace would like a maid or a cook in their home, but he figured he would need to ask her father first before making that arrangement. It only felt right of him to abide by her father’s wishes.

        ❝ Do you have hired help? ❞ Andrew asked, putting his drink to the side as he peered into the kitchen. He saw the shadows cut across the kitchen wall in the doorway. ❝ Not that I mind you cooking, of course. ❞ Perhaps this could give him an easy answer on whether or not he should make arrangements in advance for their home. 

        Andrew personally had a maid in his home, to tidy up when he was away, but he preferred to dine around Saint Denis. He enjoyed being at home, but he enjoyed being out in Saint Denis more. Saint Denis was his home, it didn’t stop at his apartment. Because he was gone for so long, there tended to be a new restaurant or a new dinner party he was invited to on his return to the city.

        Andrew looked up and wrapped a hand around his drink when he saw her enter the room once again. He stood up, his bones creaking and whining in protest. ❝ The table, if you’d like. It’s only custom. ❞ Tradition, custom, that’s commonly what Andrew stuck to, besides some small indulgences here and there.

@grace-pricilla-taylor

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        𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. She didn't choose this life? Did Dutch Van der Linde put a gun against her head and order her to join his gang? He didn’t think so. The group voiced their loyalty to him with every breath, much to their own misfortune. The gun in his hand swayed a little, pulling back before he realized this and pushed it forward to press against her chest once again. His expression remained tense, his thin lips pulled together so tightly it looked like he didn’t have any. 

        He had given them chances. He asked for Dutch to be handed over, yet nobody was in agreement. How could he be so sure Miss. Taylor would be the one to hand him over? 

        ❝ A deal? ❞ he asked, his voice growing more bored with each breath. His brows raised, but he wasn’t confident with what she had to offer. ❝ What sort of deal? ❞

Grace stared up at him, her eyes not full of fear but instead, full of acceptance. “I can hand you Dutch and more.” Grace didn’t flinch at his gun pressed against her chest. “I can still be more, Agent. I did not choose this life.” Grace told him, keeping her hands raised where he could clearly see them. “I want to cut a deal.”

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grace-pricilla-taylor asked : "Close to you." - Milton and Grace

Send me “Close To You” for my muse’s reaction to our muses being caught in a scenario where they are stuck in a small space together. / @grace-pricilla-taylor​ -- still accepting

       𝐀 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯����𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. In the protection of an alleyway, Andrew watched for the man following Grace to pass by. And if he wandered in here? Hopefully, this demonstration would be enough to have him turn the other way. His body pressed against Grace’s as if he was protecting Grace’s body from outward forces, which in a way this is exactly what he was doing.

       As the lamplights above flickered, he watched as the man passed by the alleyway with little awareness after a few moments of silence. Then, as he allowed for a few more seconds to pass to make sure the coast was clear, he softened his hold and released his hand from her mouth, stepping away.

       Under the brim of his hat, he exchanged a glance with her. ❝ That man right there was following you, Grace. It was not my intention to scare you by pulling you into this alleyway, but he was following you through a few streets. ❞ He didn’t want to take his chances.

       If he didn’t get off the train then, returning from his duties in Blackwater, he would’ve missed seeing Grace and her stalker.

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coyotesteeth asked : ⭐️ //For Johann and Robert or Simone and Milton :0

For each “⭐” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. / @coyotesteeth​ – accepting

     You get both!

    Robert will tell a different story of pure falsehoods but the time he “officially” asked Johann was awkward. He was a mess with his words. Not so much stuttering but cutting himself short because he thought he went too far or the words said sounded off course, squeak an “Uh” in there with a reddened face and that’s how he asked Johann out to a camping trip for the day. Idk why but I can see Johann maybe making a flower crown for Robert’s hat?? Just a thought.

    I can definitely see Andrew bringing Simcoe along on one of his dinners with his Pinkerton “friends” (as if he likes any of them lmao). While this might not seem so much from an outside view, the fact he’s bringing along one of his friends with benefits to a professional dinner and offering to pay for her dress, makeup, and even going as far as offering to hire a hairstylist and booking her an appointment with the most high-end stylist in Saint Denis shows a lot. As well, too, the fact he’s bringing her to this event. Usually, he prefers to go alone to these things, but it shows a lot about his fondness for Simone to have her tag along.

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sunbentsky asked : “  i’m already involved.  so tell me the truth.  and let us figure it out together.  ” (Raymond @ Milton)

just more misc memes. / @sunbentsky​ -- slowly accepting

      𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐫. 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. There was still a solidarity there between them. Andrew’s been so used to Edgar’s company that any other would be a match to alight his frustration. Train rides might be silent, conversations at the bar empty, but there was still an association between them. Edgar was willing to take the next step in his career and be more than a simple Pinkerton Agent, he was looking to be another detective within the long reach of the agency. So, maybe as Milton is in authority over someone, being a mentor of sorts, and how quickly Edgar took to defending Milton when needed -- there was an odd agreement between the two of them.

      So when Edgar is split from Andrew and onto the job of investigating the last van der Linde’s remains of a campsite, he is suspicious of this other Pinkerton Agent. Investigating a crime scene was easy enough, it was elementary to Andrew and reminded him of his early days in the agency, under the watch of a superior, so he hopes Raymond knows what he’s doing. If he can’t investigate and be able to tell Andrew what occurred here, maybe he should’ve gone with Edgar in the first place.

      Andrew didn’t want to be a Pinkerton to babysit anyone.

       ❝ Well, it’s obvious Van der Linde isn’t looking to be cautious. ❞

      Andrew already had a few witnesses of gunfire, only being able to hear the intonations of voices but not register any of the words said. His eyes stare down at his feet, the snagged cloth of ripped edges and worn color catching his eyes under his shoe. The piece of material tousled with the wind, his polished dress shoes being the only force keeping it snug to the ground. 

      The only conclusion he can come to is that it’s a bandana, all of the bodies lying about appeared to have their clothes intact. None of them wore black either or appeared to have their clothes worn by the elements, even in this hellish chill. 

       ❝ Look for tracks, they couldn’t have gone too far. Even with your connections, Mr. Price, you should be proficient at that. ❞

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wolfkcst asked : ✐ -Milton // laughs in viking

Send me a ✐ for a random sentence starter from my muse. / @wolfkcst​ -- accepting

(286): “You’ll see. There are going to be some big surprises. There are going to be... changes.”

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wasloyal asked : ✐ ! / for sean, milton or kieran! whichever you're feeling up to most :')

Send me a ✐ for a random sentence starter from my muse. / @wasloyal​ -- accepting

(943): “You don’t know how determined I can be. Once I’ve made my mind up, I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

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        𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. He made it perfectly clear who he wanted and he was willing to make a peaceful arrangement for it, promising safety for the rest of his crew. As much as the O’Driscolls wanted him to ruin the Van der Linde gang entirely, Andrew wasn’t willing to go that far. Yet. 

        His patience had thinned since then. Darcy was just a poor consequence, standing in his way and working as a catalyst to lure Dutch out of hiding. He gave them enough chances, but they chose their fate. They all would die alongside Dutch Van der Linde for all he cared.

        The rim of his bowler hat shields him from the midway sun shining down on them, darkening their shadows across the dry earth. He had read Darcy’s name in his file, but unfortunately, he knew far more about Dutch Van der Linde than of her. Andrew knew of Dutch’s past and his mother’s grave in Blackwater. He wondered if that’s what made him travel there in the first place, the longing for one’s loved one. But that didn’t make any of his actions in Blackwater sensible. He understood what he could of Dutch’s philosophy, as hypocritical as it all was. All he knew of Darcy was that she was in the same company as the infamous gang leader. 

        As she speaks, his grip tightens around the revolver, still slotted against her head. He hummed in response, a curious noise easing from his lips (a twisted mixture of suspicion and doubt). Andrew opened his mouth to show a mockery of regret before he pressed his lips into a frown, a few tsks left his lips. ❝ Well, my apologies to your husband, Mrs. Lewis. Anything you would like to pass along to him once we’re through? ❞ He hadn’t figured she was married, but he didn’t give it much thought. 

The one thing Darcy had never been good at, not in her whole life, not even when she was a proper lady, a daughter of good breeding and good business money, a meant-to-be-heiress -- choosing words wisely. Her mouth had been smart, alright, but never wise, and she swallows so loud and obvious it sounds like a thunder clap in the valley to her, heart pounding like an impending storm over yonder.

Hands held up like the books about the old west told, her gloves are old and beat up in the summer sun.

"I think, Agent Milton, we might have diff'rnt definitions of more."

She never did like guns, not handling them herself nor, unsurprisingly, having them handled onto her, but she makes a point to meet his eyes. Cold.

Darcy shivers.

"N'anyways, I'm worth more alive, ain't I? Last I heard, my ol' ball and chain wanted me back in New York."

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( Agent Milton ; continued )

        𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. From years of detective work, Andrew had seen a range of emotions from those on the other side of his gun, yet his experience didn’t soften the satisfaction Andrew harbored over her words. Dutch always prided himself on his gang’s loyalty to himself and his philosophy, even if it was a mere fallacy; to see one member stray away from the path of devotion interested him. 

        Not yet moving the gun away from her head, he smirked and spoke in a low voice. ❝ Now you figure you can choose your destiny. What can you tell me about Dutch, Ms. Taylor? ❞

@grace-pricilla-taylor

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( A.gent M.ilton ; continued )

       ❝ Did they reach for the guns in their holsters before or after you aimed a gun in their face, Ms. Jones? ❞ Andrew asks with a bored drawl to his voice, his hands stationed in a loose grip on his gun belt. There isn’t a straining annoyance etched on his face beside his usual look of scorn. She talked and talked and as she went through all of the meaningless reasons why she was everything but a fiend, the fisted  grip on his gun belt tightened a little. Only for her to get it all over with. It hardly mattered, nothing was going to convince the Pinkerton Agent that she was innocent and a fine addition to society. She strayed from that status long ago when she joined that group of vermin.

       ❝ Was it Dutch van der Linde’s honeyed words that appealed to you so much? ❞ he prods, his head tilting as a smirk pokes at the corner of his lips. ❝ Or was it his play of opulence with his clothes and talk of ‘just another score’ that made you so loyal to him? ❞ Andrew chuckled, knowing Dutch was nothing but words at the end of the day with a deadly grasp on weaponry. He may talk about freedom, but like Caroline, neither of them had an idea what that meant. Freedom didn’t allow people to murder, steal, and burn whatever opposed them. The sweet taste of freedom lingered on the opposite side of the law, where order, authority, and morals came into account. That was freedom, not brutality as they mistook it for. 

      Andrew almost wished he was dealing with Mr. Morgan or Mr. van der Linde himself. He found more humor in their threats and show of “authority”. To him, Caroline was nothing more than a bored socialite who didn’t deserve her rich living if she was going to squander her opportunities and defect from society. She was nothing more than Dutch’s puppet at the end of the day. As they all were. 

       ❝ No, actually, I’ve never been in that situation myself, ❞ his voice was clipped as he answered her question, not shying away from his crass attitude. She was trying to play him for a fool, and well, he wasn’t going to play into her games. He tipped his head back and scratched at his forehead, over his wrinkles and sun spots. ❝ I try to act civilly, within the conformation of the law. I don’t allow myself to give in to ‘madness’ as you have. Does it make you feel so powerful being on the other end of a gun, Ms. Jones? Is it not thrill that drives you to horrendous acts? Or is it ignorance that blinds you? ❞

@bornchaos​

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coyotesteeth asked : ♡ + Simone & Milton

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… / @coyotesteeth​ -- accepting

Who is the most affectionate? Probably Simone? Milton isn’t non-affectionate, but I think with the standards for men at the time and wanting to keep a certain air to his authority, he usually doesn’t initiate affection unless in private.

Who initiates the handholding? Simone, but I can see times when they are on a stroll and Milton grabs her hand.

Who worries more for the other? Simone more, but I can also see Milton worrying about her. With Milton’s job and hunting for Dutch van der Linde, I can see where Simone would worry and Milton usually has an ego on him to where he thinks he’s basically untouchable from disaster despite the stuff he’s likely seen and heard about. But with Dutch, he is worried he may target Simone at some point with her part in the whole thing with Johann, but I think Simone would worry more. 

Who is more likely to ask for help? I’m not sure? Both of them strike me as independent people. Maybe Milton asks more towards Simone because of her connections and with Johann?

Who is the one always losing the keys? I’m not sure? Milton? Because he travels a lot?

Who leaves little love notes for the other? Simone, I can definitely see this happening.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? I think maybe both are affected? I don’t think Milton sleeps too well when traveling anyways, like in hotels and stuff because it’s not his bed, so maybe Milton.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Milton, just with the expectations of the time period.

Who introduced the other to their family first? I’m not sure if Simone has a surviving family, but if Simone was to meet Milton’s family, it would likely be after the VDLG case. I imagined he took a bit of a break anyways after that in an alive au and he spent time with his sister and mother. I don’t think Milton would have as much time to visit family and arrange that in the events of rdr2 with such a high-profile case on his hands.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? This is a guilty pleasure of Milton’s, so probably Simone.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Both, I think? Milton tries to keep a balanced diet, but he does tend to drink more alcohol than water especially when he’s stressed, or he just doesn’t really eat). Milton looks after Simone’s well-being because of how his sister and mother were like growing up with checking in on him.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? I would say both, but Milton more so.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Simone, maybe? I can see her doing that after a busy week fro Milton, but I can see Milton arranging a secret dinner that he tells Simone the day of.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? I’m not sure. Milton doesn’t believe in pinky promises, he just expects everyone to listen to his orders. Simone?

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Milton?

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grace-pricilla-taylor asked : "Am I beautiful?" - Grace and Milton

Send “Am I beautiful?” for my Muse’s reaction. / @grace-pricilla-taylor​ -- accepting

      𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. If he was attempting to charm a woman, he might appraise their choice of clothing, hair, and face, but that was only in a few instances. For Grace, this was no different.

      So when the question is asked, Andrew pauses for a second and then throws back a drink of his liquor on the balcony of the Mayor’s estate. Up here, Andrew could be closer to the Saint Denis Mayor and ignore the rest of the people trying to get his attention.

      He eyes Grace in the corner of his eye even though he knows his answer.

       ❝ Yes. ❞ He started to wonder if he should say more, but even with a bit of liquor in his system, he felt compelled to silence himself. ❝ You look nice in your dress. ❞

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anonymous asked : I ship Milton with Death because fuck him.

Anonymously (or not) send me what characters you ship my muse with! -- accepting

       ❝ How charming. ❞ And the fact there’s no source for who sent this letter? The cowardness.

      Andrew tilts his head and speaks to his partner at his side, eyes still on the parchment in his gloved hand. ❝ Mr. Ross, track down this letter if you are able. I want to find the culprit responsible. Call this ‘extra training’ if you will. ❞ He smirks.

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wiiaca asked : She would guess cigars, after shave or something she presumes whyte men use 😂 for Milton anyway. horse hair for travelling. and something else I'd wager but can't out my finger on it.

What do you think my muse smells like? / @wiiaca​ -- accepting

       Andrew doesn’t smoke surprisingly! But yes some aftershave tho, but it shouldn’t be too strong? All Milton can really grow is a peachfuzz mustache lmao. You can smell smoke from him, but often it’s from being around Edgar, but not from himself smoking. Horse hair works! Or I always imagined he always had some cologne smell on him, sometimes blood, but mostly either cologne or alcohol is the strongest smell on him.

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( Agent Milton ; open starter -- mutuals only )

       ❝ I am a Pinkerton agent first, a businessman second. ❞

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( EIVOR )·:·

               ❝Other than getting my people to safety?

               No. I will not.❞

       ❝ If safety means leaving no one alive to tell the tale in your warpath, then I’d say my understanding of safety is sub-par at best. ❞

      Criminals tend to think that safety, violence, and notoriety were one of the same. If they were so diligent to keep their members to forge out a new life, one that would be less stressful as now, why are they so adamant on getting the law’s attention?

       ❝ If safety is what you say is your… ❞ what was the correct word? ❝ ... Goal. There has to be more to that than just safety, Miss. Varinsdottir. ❞