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“ you could probably do better
than you think, though. everyone
starts somewhere. ” he offered
her a small smile, shifting the
bow in his hands. “ want to try? ”
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a quiet laugh escaped him
at that, his gaze dropping
briefly as he shook his head.
there was something almost
amused about the way she
said it. “ well, at least you’re
honest. ”
*
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she definitely didn't want to
be the one ruining the mood
by talking about the war, so ,
instead she decided to simply
focus on the archery situation
they had at hands. "hmm, see ,
i think you're selling yourself
short right now. three missed +
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he let out a quiet laugh, setting
the arrow down beside him before
turning his attention toward her.
the mention of camp had his smile
fading slightly, though he tried not
to dwell on it.
*
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sitting down at the benches surrounding the archery stands, evangeline stares at him for a moment before offering a smile back.
"lately every single day feels like an off day. with the camp being the way it is, y'know? but well, it is what it is. hopefully you'll get back to +
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his shoulders eased with that
same quiet breath, a soft chuckle
threading through the air like a
lyre’s faint note. he turned to her,
smile gentle and steady, eyes soft
with amusement. “ usually. “
*
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"thought kids of apollo were supposed to be like ... supernaturally good at hitting targets."
the comment comes in a nonchalant way, taking another bite of the apple in her hand.