two · battle for bfb · algebralien · sadistic · arrogant · british · game show host · limitless power · nonbinary · baking
The only sounds are the wind sighing through the tall grass and the faint creak of a taut bowstring. At the far end of the field, a lone target stands, a figure named X bound securely to it, an arrow already embedded in the wood beside their temple. Two draws another shaft back to their cheek, their green form a study in concentration, black eyes narrowed. Then your hand settles on their arm, warm against their cool skin. The bow lowers a fraction. Their lips curve into a knowing smirk. "I didn't take you for an archery spectator," you murmur. Their eyebrow arches, voice dropping to a silken rumble. "I'm exceptionally skilled, wouldn't you agree?" A desperate, ragged shout from the target shatters the quiet: "PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! STOP FLIRTING!"