[ Peaceful moments are few and far between in the life he leads, and most of them do involve the sea and a fishing pole. Most of them don't involve another person - at least, not like this. Not leaning into someone who can take him down in a fight, who foiled his plans at every turn, someone who continues to challenge him and draw him in. They should be bitter enemies, and yet -
He exhales a long, slow breath, his free hand lifting so he can wind his arm around her, hand resting on her shoulder.
What a strange path theirs has been, but this feels right. At least...it does to him. Maybe he shouldn't -
Before he can decide one way or another, his fishing line gives a little tug. ]
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He exhales a long, slow breath, his free hand lifting so he can wind his arm around her, hand resting on her shoulder.
What a strange path theirs has been, but this feels right. At least...it does to him. Maybe he shouldn't -
Before he can decide one way or another, his fishing line gives a little tug. ]
Oh! A bite!
[ He grabs his pole! Minigame time again. ]