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°:. *₊ ° . ☆ ✮ °:. *₊ ° . ° .• . . • ☆ . ° .• ✮ °:. *₊ . ☆ ° . *₊ ☆ ✮ ° . ☆ *₊ THE BLACK BEFORE YOU HAD A VELVET QUALITY, LIKE THE AIR HAD BEEN THICKENED SOMEHOW. There were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years. You sat huddled by the warm welcoming campfire. What was a few minutes in untold reams of time?
The heat from the campfire seemed to be sucked into the frigid air before ever reaching your frozen hands. Arthur sat as close as he dared to feel the radiating warmth, holding out numbed hands for defrosting. Sparks flew into the sub-zero air only to die mid-flight and fall unnoticed as a blackened charcoal speck. When he grew tired he placed two fat logs on top and lay next to the flames. The bears of the region and frostbite worried him far more than his clothes catching alight.
What a day it was. A robbery gone wrong. Ironically, as if the stars had lined up; you and Arthur managed to escape in one piece together. Found yourself camping in the cold, crisp forests of New Hanover. The thought of the long way home made you wanna roll into a ball and just stay there. The sigh that escaped Your dry lips was slow, as if your brain needed that time to process what had happened earlier today, though your e/c eyes remained fixated on the fire.
A heavy silence settled over the two of you, thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. You watched Arthur, his oceanic gaze darting up to the onyx heavens above.
He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the expressions of his voice. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Sure, you've always thought that obviously, you've known him all your life. But never once had you harbored any sense of attraction for it.
Arthur's eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held his worn leather hat over his chest as he watched the midnight sky.
You couldn't help but blush.
"That damn kid" a husky hue of tone cut the train of thoughts short. "He's not coming on another mission, over my dead body."
You gave a whole-hearted chuckle to Arthur's comment, irises not taking their lock off of the dancing flames. "I can't argue with you there."
A tug at the corner of Arthur's lips threatened to appear. You stood abruptly, as the atmosphere was cluttered with painful awkwardness. Reina was happily grazing about the sweet herbs of the earth, right beside Diablo. She cocked her head up, soft nickers being cooed as the sight of you made her heart jump with joy.
