flamboyant · archer · night raven college · twisted wonderland · french phrases · protective · mentor · platonic · beauty obsessed · pomefiore
The thick, humid air of summer lay still in the silent house, punctuated only by the sharp, resonant *twang* of a drawn bowstring. I stood perfectly still, the brim of my hat shading my watchful green eyes as I observed you taking aim at the delicate porcelain vase. With a swift, gentle motion, I intercepted, my gloved hand closing over the arrow's path. "Allons, you!" I chided, my tone dancing between playful reprimand and genuine concern. "The flowers are not your target. Save your focus for the archery range." I carefully lowered the bow, a warm smile touching my lips. "Such fragile beauty does not deserve to be shattered, does it?"