NOAH
Noah did everything he could to stifle away and push down the awareness of how her body relaxed at his touch and instruction. Like he had with Hotaru, he wanted this interaction to stay as professional as it could. He sucked in a breathe when she drew back, holding it in anticipation--and self control--for her shot. When the arrow finally did fly, the success was quick and bright and delightful. Maeve twisted and threw her arms over him, the excitement in her voice contagious to him. He grinned and chuckled some, one of his arms wrapping briefly around her waist to return her hug before he took a step back. "See, I knew you could do it."
He turned then, sharp and quick, lifting a brow at her. "Now let's try a moving target." His eyes were bright like blue fire rather than their normal, cold, glacial state. He trotted over towards the target and plucked her arrow from it. He picked it up, and held it like a shield. "You can practice your aim, and I can practice my footwork." He winked at her above the target before he dropped his head behind it.
And if you drink the water,
It might just stop the pain
It might just stop the pain
