[Open] "Bored."

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Open
WHAT: Working off some steam by way of target practice
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Skyhold training grounds
NOTES: Either prose or brackets welcome!

The first arrow seems to land wildly off-course, on the very edge of the target, but the archer who fired it keeps an impassive face while he raises the next one. To anyone who happens to be watching, it's clear this time that he actually is taking aim.

The second arrow hits the entire other edge of the target. Sherlock draws the third, notches it, takes aim.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The arrows fly in more rapid succession as he goes on. While the lines aren't perfect, it soon becomes apparent that instead of aiming for the bulls-eye, he's firing a pattern into the target: specifically, a smiling face.

Comments

Hope you don't mind a late tag!

[aggregiopavali]

He'd been watching carefully as the man created his pattern. He didn't understand it, but it did amuse him to see this smile created. Oddly enough, he could understand something of the sentiment behind it.

"An interesting use of arrows," he decided, walking closer, his own great sword on his back, nearly as big as him. He'd been on his way to blow off some steam by using training dummies himself.

So long as you don't mind a late tag back ._.;

[seesobserves]

There's a faint light of recognition in Sherlock's eyes when he turns to see who's speaking. More subtle, perhaps, than some of the other looks Fenris has gotten walking around Skyhold, but present.

Sherlock hasn't read Tale of the Champion. Word travels, however. Some things you can't help overhearing.

"Mn," he hums, giving the target another glance. "Most darkspawn don't come with a bulls-eye." There's always value in practicing unorthodox shooting patterns, isn't there?

Yes. He'll go with that.

We'll go with a slow as molasses thread...

[aggregiopavali]

A subtlety he appreciated. He'd had so many outright stares, both in Kirkwall, and here in Skyhold, that someone even trying to be subtle was going to put Fenris in a better mood with them before he even started talking.

"No, they don't." He knew that only too well. "Though I've found chopping their heads off works well. No need for... is that a smile?"

Sounds goooood

[seesobserves]

Sherlock shrugged a shoulder. You had him there.

"Perhaps not, but it passes the time." The weariness and sense of tedium in his voice was palpable. An edge of irritation sneaked in when he added: "Better than watching the vines creep up the walls."

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"Why that particular face?" Oh now you had him curious. "That is true. For all there are a lot of people, there doesn't seem to be much going on." He'd heard of a trip to Fallow Mire, and had no desire to go there. For him, without killing slavers, it was quiet.