[Training] here’s to being imperfect

His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly

"But my fingers like wanderin'." In illustration your hand follows her arm down off of yours, ghosting over pale skin with the promise of future ferocity. That said, you'd be lying if you said a shoulder rub didn't sound fuckin' heavenly. The cold is never kind to your arm, and it's been in rare form of late.

But first, you must continue embarrassing yourself at archery. "I'm fine. Gonna try it this way, though." Again the bow returns to you, but this time you hold it in your right hand, knocking the arrow with your left. It's a bit awkward but you have enough experience compensating for your fucked dominant hand to manage fairly well. And when you draw back, well, it hurts a hell of a lot less.

You also do a hell of a lot worse. This time the arrow flies clean over the new target and vanishes into the trees in a strange, wobbly arc. Flashing a playful look at Vai, you attempt to look innocent and shrug. "Meant to do that. Didn't want you feeling insecure."

past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind

zephyr