forum Assassin one-on-one ((closed, please stalk))

Started September 02, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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“Slightly,” Andion sighed, “It wasn’t just the weapons trades he signed. I saw he sighed one of the slave trades, too.”

"What? Why would he do that?" Blaine wondered, shaking her head. "And then have him killed…"

“If Farron was dead then Thranion wouldn’t have to give weapons, only receive them. Don’t ask me how it works, I’m not sure.” Andion said, running a hand through his hair.

(Might disappear soon.)

Blaine hummed as she as she walked on in silence. She mulled over her thoughts, rubbing one arm with the opposite hand.

(Alright)

Eventually they made it to Andion’s room and he opened the door, kicking a few books out of the way as he entered, “Thanks for the help.”

"Yeah. Sure. Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm usually not busy," Blaine offered with a shrug.

Andion offered her a smile, “Yeah, thanks.” He carefully took his things that Blaine was holding and gently shut the door, quickly walking to th bed and falling asleep.

Blaine sighed as she started back to her room. Maybe she would sleep some more as well. It might help with her tumultuous emotions.

Andion woke up hours later, still tired but not as exhausted as he had been. His mind drifted to Blaine and he didn’t know why.

Stop it, stop thinking about her.

Why? I’m allowed to… even though I’m supposed to hate her…

Blaine had decided to go to the archery range rather than sleep. Shooting her bow always helped her calm down, unless she was just having a particularly bad day. Thankfully, she wasn't having that bad of a day today.

Andion ran a hand through his hair and tried to make himself look slightly more presentable as he walked out of his room and down the halls, trying to find Blaine.

(Andion. Wrong RP. Lol.)

Blaine let out a breath as she let her arrow loose. It hit the target just above the bullseye, and she frowned. She could do better than that, and she knew it. Something was throwing her off.

(Frick)

Andion sighed as he paced the halls before finding Blaine at the shooting range, he walked up beside and sighed slightly, “Good hit.”

Blaine jumped and turned to Andion.

"What the heck? At least announce yourself before sneaking up on me," she huffed, drawing another arrow.

Andion chuckled, “Sorry sorry, I was trying to give you a compliment but if I scared you so much maybe I won’t do it again.”

"Well thanks," Blaine said, rolling her eyes as she nocked the arrow and drew it back. She let it go, and this I've found its mark. "What're you doing over here, anyway?"

Andion shrugged, “Am I not allowed to talk to you or because we hate each other mean I can’t do that?”

"I just meant here. Like, the archery range. You're never over here unless you need to be," Blaine clarified.

Andion rolled his eyes, “Does it really matter?

"I guess not…" Blaine raised an eyebrow at the familiar words that she'd spoken just hours before. She shot another arrow, this one hitting just to the right of the last.

“How are you good at that? The archery thing, I mean.” Andion said, looking at where the arrows had hit.

"Practice," Blaine replied simply. "Lots of practice."

Andion rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, staying silent as he watched.

Blaine shot another arrow, this one barely missing the center, before she turned slightly to look at Andion.

"Do you want me to show you?" she asked, holding her bow out to him.

"I've never been the best archer but… sure, why not." He said, carefully taking the bow from Blaine.

"Okay, so this is a right-handed bow, which means that you need to hold it with your left hand and pull the string back with your right," Blaine explained, moving his hands to where they needed to be. "Then you'll nock an arrow–" She helped him do that, taking the arrow out of her quiver for him. "–and draw it back. You'll want your thumb to be just along your jawline, like this." Letting go of him, she demonstrated what she meant. "Make sense?"

Andion nodded, "Yeah, that makes sense."

Following the instructions that Blaine had given him, he drew the arrow back and shot, the arrow missing the center of the target by a couple inches.

"Hey, that was really good!" Blaine exclaimed, smiling. "This isn't your first time, is it?"

"I've shot before, always missing my target every time." He said, lowering the bow and handing it back to her.

Blaine took it and nocked another arrow. "Well, it seems I helped you, then, doesn't it?" she commented, letting the arrow go. It hit between the one Andion had shot and the center, and Blaine raised an eyebrow as she looked at it.