A/N: Okay, so here's the next installment of 7Snogs. This is Theme #3: Embrace. (Only 4 to go!) Remember, everyone, that these One-Shots don't have anything to do with each other. So, this one has nothing to do with any of the other two. Just remember that, kay? Also, not beta'd. Titles kick my ass.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I have no money, I have no job, so obviously, I'm not making any money off this. I would LOVE to make money off of my writing, but I dunna think anyone'll pay me for it.
Practice
by Emania
"Skill comes from practice."
- Chinese Proverb
"Do you want to try it?"
Raven blinked at him, surprised at his voice suddenly intruding into the relative silence of the training field around them. He only stared back at her, the bow held loosely in his left hand, waiting for her to answer that strange smile on his lips that said he was amused but not quite at what. "Try what?" she finally asked carefully.
He lifted his left hand into view, showing her the golden bow he held and raised his eyebrows, "The bow, of course," he answered easily.
"Why would I want to try that?" she asked in her signature deadpan.
Speedy shrugged, "I don't know," he admitted, "You've been staring at me while I practiced long enough, though, so I just naturally assumed you might be interested in archery..." he raised one brow and his smile turned significantly suggestive, "Unless you just like looking at me?" he asked cockily.
She scoffed, except it was Raven so it really appeared more like a bit of an audible sneer. "I happen to be meditating," she answered haughtily.
"With your eyes open?" he tried.
She looked at him, disbelief obvious in her features, "Yes," she answered simply, clearly insinuating it should have been obvious.
Speedy chuckled, "Right, sorry, I must have mistaken the interested look on your face for one of serene inner contemplation." And for a split second, Raven was impressed by his capacity for sarcasm.
He reached for one of the practice arrows at his back and for a few moments, the only sounds were the sharp 'boing' of the string releasing and then, impossibly quick after it, the muted, 'thwick' as the arrow unerringly hit home in the target 200 feet away.
It was his quickness, his agility and dexterity that caught her attention. The graceful ease with which he went through the motions. And Raven knew he had been right: she had been staring at him, but it was the way someone who had never walked might stare at someone walking down the street. Speedy used the bow and arrow so naturally he made it seem as easy as breathing. And anyone having that kind of ease at something, that almost careless grace was a wonder to her for whom every act and movement, every word, almost every breath was so regulated and practiced.
"You're doing it again," he pointed out, even though he hadn't taken his eyes off the target as he had shot off a few more arrows.
"Maybe I should leave," she said, unfurling from the lotus position she had been in and standing gracefully from the rock she had taken as a perch.
He turned to her, "You don't have to," he told her.
She raised a brow and he smiled again.
"I didn't say it bothered me, did I?" he asked. "If you want to keep meditating there, by all means..."
"If it's disrupting your concentration..." she started, walking away.
"Are you sure you don't want to try it?" he asked, his tone cajoling.
"No thank you," she said politely, her cape fluttering about her as if it were showing the offense she could never show herself.
"You wouldn't happen to be afraid of trying something new, would you?" he called after her.
She stopped. Pride wouldn't let her go any further even though Knowledge logically pointed out that he was clearly trying to goad her. It didn't help that the other of her emotions all thought it was a pretty damn good idea to take him up on his offer for a myriad of reasons which ran the gamut from Happy's thought that it would be fun to Courage's insistence that they weren't afraid of anyone or anything and even Knowledge seemed to agree, hungry for all sorts of new information and experiences. She ignored Lust and Passion. They had been giving her trouble from the moment they managed to point out the way the muscles of his back moved under the tight spandex uniform as he strung bow and aimed and released.
Slowly, she turned back to face him, "I don't do fear."
And although Beast Boy, Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire knew better, Speedy didn't need to know that and none of the others were present to contradict her.
He grinned and extended the bow toward her, "Then come on, I'll teach you...it isn't hard."
"I think I have the general gist of it," she said as she walked back toward him.
He opened his eyes wide in disbelief but at her serious and determined expression, he shrugged and nodded, "Alright, then..." he handed the bow out for her to take and when she took it, he handed her an arrow and stepped away from her. "Go to it."
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Raven watched, completely emotionless, as the arrow popped away from the bow and flipped over a few times before falling innocuously to the floor. Inwardly, however, she was fuming. It wasn't hard, it couldn't be hard, so why wasn't it working? She'd understand if her aim was off, but damnit, to not be able to even get the arrow to go?
Speedy stepped up close to her, handing her her third arrow and pointed toward the bullseye target at the other end of the training field, "That way," he said.
She glared at him and he backed off, watching. She could feel the amusement coming off him in waves and she was tempted to think that what she had previously been generous enough to consider his being alright with letting her do things for herself was actually a perverse desire to see her make a fool of herself. She smacked her inner arm with the ricocheting string and cursed, releasing the bow before she could stop herself. The arrow impaled itself on the floor at her feet.
Speedy came back to pick up the bow before she could, "How about I show you how to do it now?" he asked gently.
"I think I've had enough," she said, resisting the urge to rub at her right arm which she was sure was getting red under the sleeve.
"Do you give up on everything so easily?" he asked.
His casual question stung with the bite of truth. She turned around and stared at him. "No," she answered.
He grinned, "Good..." he swung the bow easily onto his back, "So, this is what you're going to do..." he raised his hands in front of him with the forefinger and thumb of each hand touching and forming a crude sort of triangle. She looked at him and waited. He raised his brows, "Well?" he motioned his hands and clearly indicated he meant for her to do the same.
"If this is..." she started but he shook his head.
"This is to find your dominant eye," he told her, "I think you're a right dominant, but just to make sure."
She relaxed at his reasonable explanation and steepled her fingers the way he indicated.
He smiled at her, and stepped back away from her a few feet, "Good, now, hold them out at arms length and look at me through them, with both eyes." She did as she was bid and stared at him through the triangle of her hands. "Now, pull back toward your face, keeping me in sight inside the triangle, eventually you'll have to go to one eye and that's alright." He lowered his own hands as she pulled back her hands slowly, until the triangle of her fingers framed her right eye.
He smiled, "I was right," he told her. "You're a right dominant," he reached for the bow again and approached her.
She let her hands drop to her sides, feeling foolish but recognizing he had done nothing to make her feel such. "Which means what?" she asked.
"That you'd been holding the bow in the wrong hand to start with," he answered, taking her left hand and placing the bow into it. "You need your right hand to maneuver and aim, and the left to hold it straight."
"But my right is stronger," she looked down at his hands working around her hand, placing her fingers along the hand grip of the bow, "I can hold it better with the right."
"Trust me on this," he said.
She looked up at him, to ask him to explain further, but he was so close to her that she found herself taking an involuntary flinch backward. "Fine," she spoke, grateful that her voice managed to sound curt even though she was suddenly very uncomfortable with his nearness. Especially considering Lust and Passion's reaction to it.
He smiled that knowing smile again and stepped a little back from her, giving her space she didn't know how to ask for. He took an arrow from his quiver and held it, the back toward her. "You see the groove there?" he asked, pointing to the slit in the back part of the arrow. She nodded. "That's where you need to nock the arrow onto the bowstring."
She could follow him for a certain amount of that explanation and if her mind were working at full capacity, she might have been able to reasonably assume what 'nock' meant, but considering it was taking a good amount of her ability to keep her more unruly emotions from making a scene, she couldn't quite make the deductive leap that would normally not be such a problem for her.
'If only he weren't so close!' she thought, honest enough with herself to know that it was his proximity that was at the root of her problems.
"What is 'nock'?" she asked.
"It's just archery speak for prepping the arrow on the bowstring," he said, his voice casual and patient. "Basically, it means putting the bowstring between the little gap I showed you."
She nodded. She took the arrow and raised the bow, and she kept thinking he might stop her and want to say something like, 'here, let me show you' or something and she was mildly surprised when he let her fumble through an attempt at holding bow and nocking arrow, face serious and contemplative rather than mocking or teasing as she half expected him to be.
But when he finally approached her, it was only to hold her left hand steady for a moment, placing her fingers around the hand hold of the bow, "Hold your fingers a little apart," he said close to her, his eyes on her hands which had suddenly gone stiff. "No, relax them a little..." when she didn't seem to comply, he looked up and met her eyes, a soft smile on his face, "If you hold onto the bow any tighter, you're going to break it in half," he joked.
She found herself blushing and immediately relaxing her fingers enough for him to separate them a little on the polished wood.
"Okay, that's better," he said, when her fingers were in their proper place. "Now, raise the bow like this," he gently applied pressure on the bottom of the bow until she raised it until her left hand was at about eye level, "Right, and now nock the arrow."
She raised the arrow, back to the bowstring and managed to fit the string between the groove, naturally letting the tip part of the arrow rest against the fingers of her left hand. But she was having trouble holding the nocked part of the arrow still on the string.
"Like this," he told her, showing her hisbare right hand. She looked down to find his fingers were curved inward toward his palm, as if he were midway to forming a fist. She mimicked him and found it a bit easier to hold onto the string and arrow at the same time, but not by much. He moved to stand on the left side of her and cocked his head to get a good view of her hand. "Index finger should be above the arrow and second and third fingers under the arrow, cupping the string on the first joint of the fingers..." he smiled up at her when she did it right, "Perfect!" he praised.
She realized how comfortable it was to hold the arrow in place and how much control she had over the whole apparatus this way. She was already realizing several things she had been doing wrong before, but she wouldn't admit to it just yet. Not that he asked, but if he was anything like the boys on her team, he'd want to make her admit she had been wrong soon enough.
"Good," he smiled up at her, "Can you feel how you could control the arrow and the bow with minimal effort on your part like this?" She nodded. "Alright, now, next step is your stance." He moved and he was behind her. "First of all, relax," he told her, his hands going onto her shoulders which only made her tense immediately. He shook his head, but she didn't turn to look at him and so she sensed it more than anything else. "Relax means your shoulders shouldn't be up at your chin, Rae," he said, leaning down to speak close to her ear.
"I don't deal well with physical contact," she admitted.
He kneaded her shoulder for a moment and only her desire to not show how uncomfortable she was kept her from raising her shoulders any more or trying to brush him off. "Then relax," he insisted. "Come on, you can control your emotions, right?" he told her, "So control this discomfort with contact...just work passed it."
Raven narrowed her eyes and glared back at him, but she took a deep breath and her shoulders lowered, some of the tension leaving her body even though the warmth of his touch was still at her shoulders. "Happy?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted, releasing her shoulders. "Now," he touched the side of her right leg and she almost let go of the bow to do something that would bring him pain, but the touch was nothing more than a quick tap on the outside of her thigh and by the time she had registered it, it was gone and she was left feeling surprised and silly.
"Move it back, Sunshine," he told her. "You need to stand at a three-quarters position to the target, which is over there," he pointed to the bulls-eye still waiting. "So that means, your right leg has to shift back..." he said patiently.
She lowered her head away from his sight, hiding behind the fall of her hair as she shifted her leg as he asked, necessarily shifting her left leg to compensate.
"Much better," he told her. Raven refused to look at him as he moved around her to stand at her right now. "Now, focus your sights on the target," he waited until she had raised her head and her face fell into the familiar lines of concentration before he continued, "And raise the bow..." he said from where he stood just behind her and to her left. "Now," he said, almost at her ear, "pull back on the bowstring."
She started to pull back, the strain singing up her arm as she fought with the tension of the bow. This had been the biggest problem she'd had while she was doing it alone. The bowstring was too tightly wound. She wasn't a weakling, but when she used all her strength just to pull back, she didn't have any left to control it.
"Don't fight it," his voice came from somewhere close to her right ear.
She stopped fighting to pull back the string and it went back to its natural position. She turned to glare at him, "If I don't fight it, how am I supposed to pull it back?"
He chuckled, "It's like a caress," he told her, "You have to touch it with respect, not with force."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Now you're trying to make fun of me," she decided.
He shook his head and crossed his heart, "You have my word, I'm not."
She raised her brows, "The word of a player? How exactly is that supposed to reassure me?"
He winced, "Ouch, Rae...really, that was uncalled for."
She scoffed delicately, "But true."
"And this is what I get for trying to help you..."
It wasn't the false sincerity in his voice that made her feel guilty, it was the truth in the words. He was trying to help her learn something new, and he didn't have to do it. And it wasn't like he was taking advantage of the situation to be fresh. He was actually behaving and wasn't making fun of her or teasing her. He was being a gentle, patient teacher and she was insulting him.
She sighed, "I apologize," she spoke finally, looking at him.
He grinned, "Apology accepted." He approached her again, "So, this is what we're going to do..." he said, and before she could realize or anticipate his intention, he had stepped behind her and had his arms around her, and his hands where hers were over the bow.
She narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at him. His cheek was almost pressed against her cheek so when she moved, he had to pull back a little, "Just what do you think you are doing?" she asked icily.
The humor was there in his expression, but the strength of his arms around her and the press of his chest against her back was nothing to be amused about. "Since you don't get my ethereal explanations, I thought I'd show you," he explained.
"Step away and I'll hand you the bow and you can show me then," she said, keeping her voice even despite now being able to feel his heart beating against her back.
"This way is better," he insisted with a false sense of innocence.
She narrowed her eyes even further, "Is this the way Green Arrow taught you?" she asked.
He caught her implied meaning, but instead of being offended as she had hoped, he laughed, "Ah, no..." he admitted, "But I had a natural ability, after all."
She was starting to feel hot. She could feel the warmth of his skin actually making contact with her skin, his fingers touching hers, and as soon as she realized it, it was like opening a door and she could feel the press of his emotions against her as if she didn't have any empathic shielding up at all.
"I don't do well with personal contact...step away..." she told him.
He looked around them, "Well, nothing's blown up, has it?" he asked, "You haven't lost control of your abilities," he looked back at her, "And unless you're feeling something that you can't handle by my touch, we should be alright...right?"
"You're tempting fate," she answered. She could easily step away from him herself. He wasn't forcefully keeping her in place and even if he was, she could always teleport out or do something, but she wasn't doing it. And she told herself that it was because Speedy had to learn that he couldn't do this kind of thing on his own and she had to get him to walk away from her. If she ran away, he'd just try it again.
"Yeah, I know," he answered flippantly, "It's my hobby." He looked at her and his expression was just that much more serious and it let her know he wasn't about to give up, "Ready?"
She could continue to fight him, but he was being rather obtuse about the whole thing and if she continued to argue, it would just prolong the amount of time he had her in his embrace. "Fine," she sighed, "Let's get this over with."
Speedy shifted and suddenly, she felt his chest against her back. She wished she hadn't taken off the cloak to work with the bow and arrow and wondered whether he had suggested it with this very purpose in mind. Still, he wasn't touching anywhere he shouldn't be touching so there was nothing she could call him on to get him to step away from her. 'Focus on what he's doing,' she told herself. 'Not on the feel of him against your back.' She clenched her jaw and looked at his hands where they lay over hers.
"Grab the bowstring the way I taught you," he spoke against her ear.
She just barely refrained from jumping in surprise, but he was so close to her, he felt the sudden tensing of her body and out of the corner of her eye she saw the smile flit across his lips before he went serious again.
She clenched her jaw even more, grinding her teeth and shifting her fingers so that she could grab hold of the bowstring the way he had taught her. His hands relaxed around her fingers to let her do as she needed and when she was done, his fingers moved around hers, nudging her index finger a few inches up before settling down.
"Right, now..." he started to lift the bow and her arms and she took over, lifting it and letting his arms be along for the ride. "So this is what I mean about not fighting the bow..." he said, shifting his legs into the stance he had taught her, which she unconsciously mirrored. "Relax your arms, let me hold the bow..." he said. She was starting to get used to hearing his voice so close to her, feeling his breath against her cheek. She did as he asked, feeling herself relax, feeling it as he took control of the bow.
She watched as the muscles of his arms shifted under his skin, she could feel the tension in his arms as he pulled back on the bowstring, but she didn't feel brute strength. It was the strangest thing, but she suddenly understood what he meant about not fighting the bow. He wasn't using force, but he was using strength...even in her head, it didn't make sense, but she understood it with something other than logic. And that realization threw her for a loop.
It threw her for enough of a loop that she found herself speaking when she had no intention of doing so, "I get it," she whispered.
He turned to look at her, the bowstring taught and his face was so close, she had to pull back a little to be able to see more of his face than the whites of his mask. He was grinning, "I knew you would."
Then she did something else she hadn't expected to do; she smiled. It was a small smile, but he couldn't possibly have missed it. Even if it only lasted all of three seconds.
And suddenly, just like that, they had released the bowstring and the arrow zinged across the distance to hit the red of the bullseye, dead center. He had never looked away from her eyes.
She turned her head from the arrow sticking out of the target and back to him, forgetting to ask him to move away from her now that they'd shot the arrow, and frowned, "Now you're just showing off."
He smiled even wider, "Not at all," he answered casually, "Once you aim, it doesn't matter where you're looking when you let go of the bowstring."
She caught the tug of emotion from him, the first she had since this whole lesson began and she was surprised at being able to recognize it as attraction. Speedy was attracted to her. And whether all her sarcastic teasing had been more on the money than she realized and he was really attracted to anything with breasts that breathed or whether it was due to something else entirely, she didn't know.
"Good to know," she answered, because it seemed she had to say something.
But she suddenly didn't exactly remember what was good and / or what she knew. She had never really been affected this way by anyone's close presence. Usually, it was a sense of deepclaustrophobia, being this close to someone else, a sudden feeling as if she couldn't breathe because her personal space was being so thoroughly invaded, but as their arms lowered to rest the bow against the front of her body and his arms remained in close contact with hers, she had enough sense to realize that wasn't what she was feeling at all.
"Shall we try another one?" he asked, his voice adding to the tension rather than breaking it.
She could feel the tension riding between their bodies and almost like an electrical current where they touched. "I think," she started, swallowing, "Maybe I..." she paused and blinked, very slowly, "...should try one by myself." She frowned as the words came out of her mouth. That hadn't been what she was intending to say at all. She had intended to tell him she thought she had had enough for the day and that she was going to take her leave. Why did she agree to stay there?
"Are you sure?" he asked, and although she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel their gaze flick over her face, "I don't think you've got it completely yet..."
"I beg to..." his hands shifted and his fingers interlaced hers on the bow. She felt the smoothness of his bare fingers glide over hers and she had to stop and hold her breath, but at least she didn't gasp, "...differ," she finished, but she knew the damage had been done. He had seen her react.
"Alright," he said, and ever so slowly, pulled his hands away from hers, the warmth of his fingers trailing almost casually over every inch of her skin that they could and although he was touching nothing more intimate than her fingers, her hands and her wrists, it felt so much more intimate than it should. Somehow, he managed to make such a touch feel as intimate as a kiss. And the one clear thought that occurred to her throughout was, 'The guy is good...'
She frowned internally at whichever of her emotions had been the originator of that thought and stomped it out before it could breed into anything grander.
When their hands and arms were no longer touching, he took one step, then another away from her and as if he had been gently pulling a warm blanket away from her, she felt the cool breeze against the flimsy material of her leotard and had to fight pretty damn hard to repress a shiver. 'Knowing Speedy,' she thought, 'he'd probably misconstrue it and think it was because of him.'
Which of course, it wasn't.
He was back at her side with an arrow before she had gained control over her thoughts to any satisfaction, so it was little wonder that when an arrow appeared in her line of sight, she blinked at it for a few minutes, before removing her right hand to grasp it.
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Hours later, her arms were exhausted, the muscles of her back would need some serious healing or they would be giving her hell for days, and thanks to the fact that Speedy had never moved more than a few inches away from her, carefully not to touch her unless he needed to again, but close enough that she could feel the warmth from him, her empathic barriers were quite battered and bruised as well.
'Damn pride,' she thought aggravatingly. If it weren't for Pride insisting she stay until she could hit the bullseye or as close to it as possible, she would've been gone long before they had decided to call it quits.
Speedy handed her a bottled water he had retrieved from the small fridge they had filled with just such things and she handed him the bow. He took it and slung it over his shoulder easily, before slumping unceremoniously to the ground, taking a long deep swallow of the bottle he himself held.
"I didn't think there was so much involved in shooting an arrow," she admitted, almost low enough that she could pretend she didn't say it if he made a big deal about it.
Speedy must have recognized it for what it was, her way of praising him, because he grinned at her, "Well, I make it look easy," he admitted, full of playful arrogance.
She thought of several choice things she could say to knock that arrogance out of him, but considering that he was absolutely right in his statement, she exhaled and shook her head, "Yes, you do," she admitted.
"You did pretty good for a beginner," he praised after a moment of surprise at her unexpected admission.
She shrugged, "If it weren't for the sun setting, I'd have hit the bullseye soon," she commented, without a hint of pride or conceit. She knew she could do whatever she set her mind to and she had set her mind to hitting the bullseye with a bow and arrow...for whatever reason.
"You hit it a couple times," he reminded her.
She drank more genteelly from her own bottle and floated to sit on the big boulder against which he was leaning. "Not with any consistency."
"You'll get it," he said surely.
"No doubt," she answered.
He laughed and looked up at her, "Are you always so sure in your abilities?" he asked, the smile making it sound as if he were teasing her.
"No," she answered seriously, "But I know what my capabilities are."
"And here I thought I was the immodest Titan," he said with a laugh.
She scoffed, but hid it with a frown, "Take a number...if there's anything we Titans have in spades, it's immodesty." He laughed and she looked down at him, "Although you are the biggest ham of the bunch, I'll give you that."
He was so surprised at Raven's less than Raven-like word choice, he almost choked on his water and had to cough a few times before he was able to speak again, "Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically, then shook his head, "Well, I guess 'ham' is better than narcissistic which seems to be the favorite adjective of Steel City's elite journalistic force as far where I'm concerned."
"I don't think you're narcissistic," she answered in that serious way and she could tell Speedy was surprised at her words, "Narcissism implies you're empty of anything substantial, that you care for nothing but yourself," she shook her head, "A narcissistic guy wouldn't take as much time as you took to teach me something like this," she finished, her eyes fixated on the dazzling display of colors from the descending sun.
"If that's your way of saying thank you," Speedy started, his voice soft and serious enough to draw her eyes back to where he was looking up at her again. "You're welcome."
She held his gaze for a few moments, then nodded, briskly and returned her eyes to the horizon where the sun had all but disappeared. She stood from off the rock with as much grace as if she'd stood from a throne and was starting to walk away when Speedy was suddenly before her once again awfully close to her personal space. She raised a brow in question.
"Don't I get some sort of token of your appreciation?" he asked and she could tell the teasing note to his voice and the wry tilt of his lips even in the dying light. "I did teach you a new skill and all."
Something about the encroaching darkness or her exhaustion or his nearness pricked at something she usually held in check and much to his surprise, her lips quirked into an almost imperceptible smile. "And just what do you think that's worth, would you say?" she asked.
He didn't quite know what to make of her tone or that Mona Lisa smile on her lips, but he did know she wasn't angry, so he pushed on, "I dunno," he admitted casually, "Dinner? Drinks?" he tried.
She had placed the cloak back around her shoulders while she had been sitting, and even though it was not fastened with the broach, it didn't appear about to fall off even when she crossed her arms under her breasts and shook her head, "No, I don't think so," she argued, "Dinner is clearly payment for something more substantial, like four lessons or maybe one lesson of pure hand to hand combat, not one archery lesson...and drinks, could only be payment of at least five lessons..." at his raised brow, she cocked her head and explained, "Well, there is alcohol involved after all," as if they were discussing fair market value of a cow or a house.
If she could play along, he figured, he certainly could, so he smiled, "Well, how about Lunch?"
She cocked her head to the side, "Is food all you can think of?"
"Well then," he crossed his own arms, regarding her with keen interest, his lips quirked in a playful smile of his own, "what would you say one archery lesson, that took up most of the day I might add, is worth?"
Later, when she thought back on it, Raven would blame her lack of restraint on the severe depletion of her empathic and emotional barriers. When the thought occurred to her, however, it seemed like a good idea. After a few moments of mock consideration, Raven leaned across that charged space between them to press her lips very chastely to his cheek. "How about that?" she asked on a whisper, near to his ear. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped around him and walked casually toward the Tower.
When he finally shook off the shock, he raised a hand to the spot where he could still feel the warmth of her lips and turned around to watch her walk away, "So, like 6 lessons for a pop kiss, then?" he called brazenly after her
She, of course, didn't answer.
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A/N: I'm actually mostly proud of this one. I think it might've gone on a little long and the end I'm kinda 'eh' about, but on the whole...I figure after my third posting for "Sweetest Thing" I needed to sort of redeem myself...((sheepish grin))
Spoiler: The next theme is "Sunset". It has such possibilities for sappiness, that I'm a little afraid of doing something clichéd.
Notes: I've never shot a bow and arrow in my life, so I owe all the explanation and teaching here to a website I found online and which although I thought I had saved the addy, I apparently didn't cause I can't find it now. ((frown)) Ah-ha-ha-ha-HA! I found them! Yippee! Okay, so here it is, it's a pdf document but you can find it online. http / www . kidbow . com / archery instructions . pdf (It's neat cause it has PICTURES!)
Thanks: As always, the review responses to Snog #2 will be posted on my emsscraps journal, so go check it out over there. But thanks, guys for the nice reception to these. ((GRIN))
Special Note: I actually have some fanart two specifically wonderful people have done for me. You can find them through my emsscraps journal (I link to them there and you guys know how horrible the linking is on here, but I'll try on here just because I can!)
1. GuardianKysra (both on here and dA and livejournal) drew a scene from "Trial and Error" for me. You can find it here: http / www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30058042 /
2. Toboe LoneWolf: (Also on and dA) drew a scene from "It Only Takes A Moment: Looking At You" and you can find that one here: http / www . deviantart . com / deviation / 30977508 /
PLEASE go check 'em out and let them know how wonderful they are! I'm just elated as all get out that someone (two someones by the look of it! O.o) would be so inspired by my stuff to actually draw something out! Yayness!
