#v: the princess ↠ poppy balfour

[wandyrlust-a]

@feyrae said: “What’s wrong?” ( from Casteel )

none of them could afford for her to be at anything less than peak performance when wielding a weapon, and she’d gone irresponsibly long without. it felt good, the leather binding of the handle of her bow now warm from the heat of her calloused palms. a few whisps of copper hair had fallen around her face, just barely too short--or broken, admittedly--to fit back into her loose braid. a strand tickled her nose, but that was the least of her distractions. she’d expected nothing less than for casteel to be short on her heels whenever attempting something that even smelled of violence, and his commentary had been enough to pull her arrows inches away from the center of her target on the wide tree a few paces away. his last comment finally caught her attention and she bit down on her lip to keep from smiling. when her eyes flickered over to him, she didn’t miss the innocent who, me? look spanning his chiseled, tanned features. she was quick to change targets as she whirled, taking aim just over his shoulder and releasing, her arrow sinking into the depths of a tree several feet behind him. “oh, nothing. not one thing at all.”