Genesis 064
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Title~ Off Target
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 064. Been meaning to do something like this for a while, and couldn't be bothered waiting for a suitable inspiration to come up, so I've done it now. Because really, these bois can't be perfect shots all the time. (ps. I want to hug Gylepi T___T)
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Gylepi took a deep breath and stood motionless, side on to the target. His eyes were closed and he tried to concentrate his thoughts on nothing more than the steady hushing of his own breath, and the rhythmic beating of his heart in his ears. A gentle breeze swirled into the archery range and teased his hair slightly.
Still with his eyes closed, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it smoothly into his bow and lifted the weapon, pulling the string back firmly as he opened his right eye. His sight followed down the length of the arrow’s shaft to the black-and-white-ringed target at the end of the range, bristling with red-feathered arrows.
His breathing remained even as he let go of the string, and he watched as the arrow twisted slightly in its flight before thudding into the wooden board, shaking the other arrows slightly as its red fletching vibrated with the impact.
He sighed heavily, then closed his eyes to repeat the action, the same as he’d been doing for the past two hours.
When he opened his eye again though, three blue shirts off to the side distracted him as he let go of the string again. It made little difference to the arrow’s flight though—it was just as off-target as the others had been.
The three archers on the sidelines watched the arrow as it thudded into the target, then exchanged wordless glances and pushed off from the wall towards Gylepi.
“Right, quael,” Nol said, half-accusingly, “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” Gylepi muttered, closing his eyes again, “I’m just having an off day.”
“You’ve been off all week,” Garuk reminded him, snatching the remaining arrows from Gylepi’s quiver to gain his full attention. “That just proves it,” he said, gesturing to the target with the arrows.
Gylepi stared down the range at the black and white rings. He’d feared getting back to training all week, and it was only at his wife’s insistence that he had. Now that he was here, facing a target that didn’t have a single arrow in even the centre white circle, let alone middle red, his fears had been justified.
“Gylepi,” Garuk tried again, “What’s going on?”
The part-desert archer rested the end of his bow on the ground, not taking his eyes from the target. He concentrated on keeping his breathing steady, well aware that his hand was quivering just barely as he gripped his bow. He took another deep but slightly shaky breath and glanced at the range’s northern wall, beyond which lay the healing house, where his thoughts had been all week, however much he tried to take them elsewhere.
“Ruyn’s in there,” he said quietly, not bothering to hide the quavering in his voice. The image of his son lying motionless in the side room filled his mind completely, blocking out the wall of the archery range and the three archers around him. “Even ‘min doesn’t know if he’ll come out.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 064. Been meaning to do something like this for a while, and couldn't be bothered waiting for a suitable inspiration to come up, so I've done it now. Because really, these bois can't be perfect shots all the time. (ps. I want to hug Gylepi T___T)
Gylepi took a deep breath and stood motionless, side on to the target. His eyes were closed and he tried to concentrate his thoughts on nothing more than the steady hushing of his own breath, and the rhythmic beating of his heart in his ears. A gentle breeze swirled into the archery range and teased his hair slightly.
Still with his eyes closed, he drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it smoothly into his bow and lifted the weapon, pulling the string back firmly as he opened his right eye. His sight followed down the length of the arrow’s shaft to the black-and-white-ringed target at the end of the range, bristling with red-feathered arrows.
His breathing remained even as he let go of the string, and he watched as the arrow twisted slightly in its flight before thudding into the wooden board, shaking the other arrows slightly as its red fletching vibrated with the impact.
He sighed heavily, then closed his eyes to repeat the action, the same as he’d been doing for the past two hours.
When he opened his eye again though, three blue shirts off to the side distracted him as he let go of the string again. It made little difference to the arrow’s flight though—it was just as off-target as the others had been.
The three archers on the sidelines watched the arrow as it thudded into the target, then exchanged wordless glances and pushed off from the wall towards Gylepi.
“Right, quael,” Nol said, half-accusingly, “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” Gylepi muttered, closing his eyes again, “I’m just having an off day.”
“You’ve been off all week,” Garuk reminded him, snatching the remaining arrows from Gylepi’s quiver to gain his full attention. “That just proves it,” he said, gesturing to the target with the arrows.
Gylepi stared down the range at the black and white rings. He’d feared getting back to training all week, and it was only at his wife’s insistence that he had. Now that he was here, facing a target that didn’t have a single arrow in even the centre white circle, let alone middle red, his fears had been justified.
“Gylepi,” Garuk tried again, “What’s going on?”
The part-desert archer rested the end of his bow on the ground, not taking his eyes from the target. He concentrated on keeping his breathing steady, well aware that his hand was quivering just barely as he gripped his bow. He took another deep but slightly shaky breath and glanced at the range’s northern wall, beyond which lay the healing house, where his thoughts had been all week, however much he tried to take them elsewhere.
“Ruyn’s in there,” he said quietly, not bothering to hide the quavering in his voice. The image of his son lying motionless in the side room filled his mind completely, blocking out the wall of the archery range and the three archers around him. “Even ‘min doesn’t know if he’ll come out.”
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Date: 2006-01-11 03:52 am (UTC)gallopy-gallopy-gallopyGylepi. Now that's something that'll distract you from work.no subject
Date: 2006-01-11 03:54 am (UTC)