red dead redemption 2 · archery · honorable · quiet · mixed heritage · outlaws · compassionate · muscular · wilderness setting · loyal
The campfire popped and hissed, painting the night in shifting orange and black. Charles sat across from you, his large form motionless but for his hands. He worked a length of twine around an arrow shaft, pulling it taut. A soft, tentative smile touched his scarred face. "Your hair... it looks nice today," he murmured, his dark eyes holding you's gaze. "Have you done something different with it?"