days like these , when the sun sits high in a clear sky and all the animals have decided to roam amongst the scarcity of people who traverse the rolling hills and untouched countryside , aren’t days to be missed . it’s exactly why he’d sought out javier to ride along with him . after a week filled with tiring heists and quick robberies , they deserve a little down time . especially for the man still fresh to the gang . arthur concerns himself greatly with the outlook of their little band or so he’s been told and there are times when he wants nothing more than to take a break , sit down with one or a few or them and just talk .
although a good portion of this forest floor is shaded by thick foliage , arthur’s managed to find himself a sunny spot a few yards from the small pond that he and javier have found themselves next to . he hasn’t much attention for fishing when the sunlight glimmers on the pond and shimmers against its surface , every disturbance rippling shadows out to the edges . while javier who , arthur has observed over the past few months since his induction into the gang , harbours a draw towards music and not so much toward sketching tries for another trout , arthur sits in the light , his sketchbook open and his pencil working to finish the likeness of the tall flowers poking up at the edge of the pond .
when javier finally makes his way over , he’s mostly finished with his drawing . he pauses for a moment , debating on shutting his journal so that he won’t be able to see it . for as much as he likes javier , arthur still possesses a certain apprehension towards expectant judgement . it wouldn’t be the first time one of his drawings was a subject of scrutiny .
in the end , he waits until the man is near enough , then says , without much announcement or an inkling of eye contact : ❝ it ain’t done yet . ❞
╰ ゜PLOTTED STARTER. / @coyotlindo.
