Maeve
It was hard to hold any doubt in herself when he was so quick to explain it away, telling her all the little things they could change to fix it, to make her better. He had a calming presence about him and Maeve knew that this wasn't his first time teaching these skills. It likely wouldn't be his last either. Maeve easily passed him the bow, watching with interest as he drew it back, muscles flexing with the movement, but clearly lacking any strain in performing the action. She closely studied his posture, noting his he didn't have to adjust anything, simply landing in the form he needed as if by muscle memory. "Glad to know that I'm only mildly problematic. That's a first." Maeve laughed, her smirk catlike as she arched a brow as if to encourage him to poke back, but she wasn't sure if he actually would. So tight laced as he seemed.
Maeve took the bow from him and could already feel a difference in the weight of the weapon itself. Sturdy, balanced, and strong. It was fitting for him. While it was much larger than the one she was working with before, it didn't stop her from using it just as easily, knocking the arrow and drawing back. There was more effort required, but not as much as she thought. It would be difficult to hold it for long stretches of time. She could feel the heat of him against her back, chest occasionally brushing against her shoulder blades as he breathed, slow and steady.
With gentle touches he adjusted her position, lowering her elbow, lifting her shoulder and she was easily guided through all of them. Her own breathing steady despite the way her pulse seemed to rabbit in her chest, sweat gathering at the small of her back, hairs prickling at the back of her neck. It wasn't until he got to the part about her hips and core that she faltered, brows knitting together as she attempted to follow his instructions, but not understanding exactly what he meant. Her core was tight, muscles locked despite how she breathed with her diaphragm, but the position of her hips left something to be desired. A first for her, given that her hip work was usually stellar, but archery wasn't the same. Even the Madame knew that. "I don't think I've got it right.."
Maeve took the bow from him and could already feel a difference in the weight of the weapon itself. Sturdy, balanced, and strong. It was fitting for him. While it was much larger than the one she was working with before, it didn't stop her from using it just as easily, knocking the arrow and drawing back. There was more effort required, but not as much as she thought. It would be difficult to hold it for long stretches of time. She could feel the heat of him against her back, chest occasionally brushing against her shoulder blades as he breathed, slow and steady.
With gentle touches he adjusted her position, lowering her elbow, lifting her shoulder and she was easily guided through all of them. Her own breathing steady despite the way her pulse seemed to rabbit in her chest, sweat gathering at the small of her back, hairs prickling at the back of her neck. It wasn't until he got to the part about her hips and core that she faltered, brows knitting together as she attempted to follow his instructions, but not understanding exactly what he meant. Her core was tight, muscles locked despite how she breathed with her diaphragm, but the position of her hips left something to be desired. A first for her, given that her hip work was usually stellar, but archery wasn't the same. Even the Madame knew that. "I don't think I've got it right.."
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
