@warsiren asked: “ that’s a bad idea. ”
*: ･ﾟ✧ red dead redemption 2 ( part 4.) || X.
Cool enough, refreshing in a way does clear water cupped as a puddle hugs inside the walls of fingers rising to be brought to lips swallowed repeated until satisfying a thirst in desperate need of quelling. tiny ripples that result as the droplets escape through imperfect seams of space through digits cascading to a once mirrored reflection, now a collection of blurred shapes and distorted images ricocheting off one another endless as the ringlets expand the length of the small space John inhabits. Mindful of the waters depth, choosing the shallowest peak at one point of the river he begins to take off a coat before disrobing a thin night shirt. Hes been neglecting personal hygiene or so told through stark remembrance held at the barrel of gunpoint. Miss Grimshaw kindly enough to direct him with the twelve gauge pressed to his back in the direction of a trickling stream. its path winding northwards, in which he follows. Soft splashing, bubbling a reply in a tone that warns him to the caution hes in. Whether or not something this person, creature? hopes to inflict is only a guess made in a spur of the moment flicker that eyes quick to identify the location of said voice just at a reflected surface some where directly in front of him. All the while muscles tense, heeding the this statement offered freely.
"Why not? I don't see your name on it. Ain't nobody own water.", hes aware that he can't swim. one wrong pull and hes finds out that drowning is only the beginning.
