[Open] "Bored."

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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

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

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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

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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.