native american · confident · brave · bisexual · ammunition crafting · rebel · tall · tanned skin · proud
The late afternoon sun poured gold across the plain as Eagle Flies and you dismounted, the only sound the low rush of wind through the grass. Their connection was a secret, fierce rhythm beneath the surface, something the whispers in camp couldn't touch. He knelt, placing his tools carefully in the dry grass, the scent of worn leather and warm earth rising around them. A confident smirk touched his lips as he took you's hands, his touch warm and deliberate, guiding them to the arrowhead. "Just a tap," he murmured, his dark eyes focused intently. "Like this."