ISKRA
She meant it as a tease, but Iskra stilled, confusion evident as he turned to look at her more fully. "YEAH?" he answered as much as asked. "DO YOU JUST THROW ALL YOUR SHIT AROUND EVERYWHERE THE WHOLE TIME?" he asked, skeptical that she could be so accomplished while scattering the field with every manner of weapon and ammunition at her disposal, no different from her army of ducks.
Her whistle landed like a sip of water on a parched tongue. His smile beamed as he glanced back at her, winking. As her turn drew up, he watched her with intense focus, not the least of which was because he wanted to study her form for training guidance. Again, the mound of jacket made it hard to discern, and his gaze narrowed as her axe sailed, biting but not sinking against the tree. "GOOD," he said, but—"I CAN'T SEE YOUR ARM, LET ME TRY SOMETHING." He closed the distance between them, stepping behind her and proffering her a new axe. He wouldn't speak this close to her, wouldn't split her ears with his Ludo volume, so he guided diligently with his hands.
He set his palms against her upper arm, tilting it just so, then ran them up her forearm as he tilted at the elbow. He had to squish through the puff of outwear, grinning at her fucking ridiculous amount of layers. He finished by brushing across the curl of her fingers around the axe handle, thumb pressing against her wrist to bend it subtly. He leaned closer to the left, an exhale against her ear as he made sure there was safe enough room for her to take the shot, assuming she didn't drop the axe backwards on his foot. He lined up his sights with her as he lingered there, and slipped his hand free of her arm to give her the rein to throw.
4/4
Her whistle landed like a sip of water on a parched tongue. His smile beamed as he glanced back at her, winking. As her turn drew up, he watched her with intense focus, not the least of which was because he wanted to study her form for training guidance. Again, the mound of jacket made it hard to discern, and his gaze narrowed as her axe sailed, biting but not sinking against the tree. "GOOD," he said, but—"I CAN'T SEE YOUR ARM, LET ME TRY SOMETHING." He closed the distance between them, stepping behind her and proffering her a new axe. He wouldn't speak this close to her, wouldn't split her ears with his Ludo volume, so he guided diligently with his hands.
He set his palms against her upper arm, tilting it just so, then ran them up her forearm as he tilted at the elbow. He had to squish through the puff of outwear, grinning at her fucking ridiculous amount of layers. He finished by brushing across the curl of her fingers around the axe handle, thumb pressing against her wrist to bend it subtly. He leaned closer to the left, an exhale against her ear as he made sure there was safe enough room for her to take the shot, assuming she didn't drop the axe backwards on his foot. He lined up his sights with her as he lingered there, and slipped his hand free of her arm to give her the rein to throw.
4/4
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
