He didn’t say much, it wasn’t unlike him to do such a thing. It wasn’t like he didn’t get the chance to say anything— that’s just how he was. A man of few words, as most people would describe him. He hated being characterized, but that didn’t stop people from doing so.

The two of you sat by the water of the camp, having some free time between jobs & chores. Arthur didn’t mind your company, oddly enough. He normally found people who talked a lot rather annoying — but you? He found himself listening to your stories that you told. Something about them fascinated him & almost annoyed him. I mean, how much could one person say about a simple topic as much as you did?

Today, though, was different, oddly enough. Same scenario as it usually was— you going on about some story, him listening & asking questions lightly here & there, but the atmosphere… it was different.

You didn’t seem to notice it as well as he did. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad; but not bad as in ‘threatening’ or ‘dangerous’… more so of an odd feeling.

He felt himself drawn to your eyes, & the way they were glistening in the sunlight. He’s noticed them before— Hell, even thought about drawing them a couple of times, but he was fearful that he wouldn’t get them right— that’s his drawings couldn’t capture the beauty in them.

When asked a question towards him, he didn’t answer. He was still stuck on the way your eyes looked in this moment, how they softened slightly when they looked at him, the little details of the color popping more.

When you said his name, it sounded like warm caramel— He needed to stop reading Annabelle’s stupid romance dime novels, beginning to rub off of him. He broke his trance & his suddenly became aware of his stares.

As a way to play it off, he cleared his throat slightly, “Sorry, got lost in thought there… What’d you say?”