In the Fields

oscararnolds:

atalantas-arrow:

"So soon, Oscar?" Alexandra laughed as she titled her head to the side and leaned upon her bow. She examined the boy and offered him her bow. "Okay, sounds legit to me. You want to go first?"

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Oscar takes the bow, pulls out an arrow from the quiver and aims it directly at the target. He takes a long drawing breath as he steadies himself, his grip loosens a bit as he prepares to shoot. He releases the string, and, in one swift movement, it hits. He cursed under his breath, it was so close to a bull’s eye by just mere millimeters. Frowning, Oscar hands the bow to the girl. “Your turn.”

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Alexandra took the bow and stringed it. She aimed for the center and inhaled deeply. Looking at the target, fixed, she exhaled and released the arrow. Narrowing her eyes as she examined the hit. It was a bit above Oscars and just a slightest bit out of the bull’s eye. “Damn.” She sighed. Turning to Oscar she handed him the bow. “Your turn again:”


Thanksgiving. /SELF/

Alexandra wasn’t keen on celebrating it, neither did her family, but nevertheless her helped mother with roasting turkey and preparing sauce and apple pie. Dad was doing his usual work around the house, setting table and lighting up candles.

Coming home for a few days, while the school wasn’t working, Alexandra enjoyed being around with her family and practicing archery with her dad. She missed it, but living in dormitory was easier for her as she didn’t have to rush back and forth for her classes and archery and fencing lessons.

"Take the turkey out, Alexandra, please." Her mother asked her, while she carried the sauce and beverage to the table. Alexandra obeyed and took it out, placing it on the stove, while she turned out the oven. Taking the turkey and carrying it to the table, she couldn’t help but feel a little excited of how the dish turned out.

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posted 8 months ago

In the Fields

henryreynolds:

atalantas-arrow:

Alexandra was stringing her bow, examining the weight and lightness of the string. Perfect. Her bow was perfect. Placing an arrow she aimed for the target, the lonely, distant one. The arrow was released and hit the aim.

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Alexandra heard a voice behind her and turned with, a rather irritated, smile on her face. “Hm?” She asked.

He gathered is iPod and turned it off, stopping the melodic stream of Yiruma’s Maybe. The dark haired boy probably dozed off. Again. As he was wont to do during his vacant periods. Henry mindlessly watched as the girl knocked an arrow and hit her target. 

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"Cool," he mumbled under his breath. Oscar probably knew the girl seeing as they were in the same club. What position did Oscar even have in the club? Was he president or something? He heard an irritated hm and he looked up. She was smiling at him but it was anything but pleasant. “I was just…” he scrambled for an explanation. “Watching,” he finished lamely.

"Uh, it’s okay. My fault. I get a bit… Too tensed when I’m practicing." Alexandra smiled and, shifting bow in her other hand, offered her right hand to the boy, who seemed no older than 15. "I’m Alexandra. Do you want to try it out?"


In the Fields

adelaide-artemis:

atalantas-arrow:

Alexandra was stringing her bow, examining the weight and lightness of the string. Perfect. Her bow was perfect. Placing an arrow she aimed for the target, the lonely, distant one. The arrow was released and hit the aim.

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Alexandra heard a voice behind her and turned with, a rather irritated, smile on her face. “Hm?” She asked.

"Relax, Alexia, it’s just me." Addie approached the girl, holding her bow in one and sac with arrows in other hand. "Mind if I join you? It’s been a while since we did trainings in pairs." She smiled widely and she quickly hugged her archery friend.

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"Addie!" Alexandra hurried to hug the girl. "I haven’t seen you in a while. Sure, I’d be happy to train with you." She smiled widely as she stringed her bow and placed the arrow. "How are you? Alexander? All well?" She asked as she released the arrow.


Hm

the-old-willow-tree:

29 more days to Christmas…

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I really have to start thinking about those presents.

Is that so? I completely forgot. Thank you for reminding me.

You want us to go together, Persia?


Yesterday

hayden-of-hades:

atalantas-arrow:

I love lions and that’s the only place where I can really observe them, not just watch documentaries on TV.

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Call it however you like, masochistic or not. And by the way, I’m Alexandra.

I know who you are.

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Have you been to Africa? There are reserves there and tourists can go see where the lions roam free and the humans are the ones caged, quite an experience really.

Really?

Well, I’m actually planning to visit Africa once. Possibly when I graduate next year.


Yesterday

aaron-the-unconquered:

atalantas-arrow:

I’m keeping my fingers crossed to that.

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You’re looking forward to that too?

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So you don’t mind if the lions gets killed in the process? Because you know they will put the lion down once it gets violent.

I mind, of course. But, actually, if a human enters their cage on ones own free will, lions won’t be the ones to blame.

I’m Alexandra.


In the Fields | Alexandra and Phillip

phillipemerson:

atalantas-arrow:

Alexandra was stringing her bow, examining the weight and lightness of the string. Perfect. Her bow was perfect. Placing an arrow she aimed for the target, the lonely, distant one. The arrow was released and hit the aim.

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Alexandra heard a voice behind her and turned with, a rather irritated, smile on her face. “Hm?” She asked.

"Love goes by haps," he recited, "Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."

Phillip was doing his usual business- barefoot. He was aimlessly walking around the school grounds and ended up at the archery range where he found a particularly serious bird practicing archery; he was more than happy to watch her as she precisely hit the red mark on the target made of straw and wood. It was a bloody fine school to have such amenities and was also, one of the reason he got persuaded to attend the educational facility. 

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Alexandra arched her eyebrow as the particular student observed her. She was used on being observed, but hey, mostly by her archery fellows or teachers. Or judges at contests. “Hi. Are you, eh, familiar with archery?” She smiled and offered her hand. “In case we haven’t met, I’m Alexandra.”


In the Fields

oscararnolds:

atalantas-arrow:

Alexandra was stringing her bow, examining the weight and lightness of the string. Perfect. Her bow was perfect. Placing an arrow she aimed for the target, the lonely, distant one. The arrow was released and hit the aim.

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Alexandra heard a voice behind her and turned with, a rather irritated, smile on her face. “Hm?” She asked.

Oscar watched with interest as the girl aimed for the target. He crossed his arms, tilted his head and watched her shoot. She was good, he thought. But he wouldn’t say that, at least, not to her face. 

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"How about that match?" Oscar said as he took a step forward. He remembered her offering about it before. And now seemed like the perfect time to do so. 

"So soon, Oscar?" Alexandra laughed as she titled her head to the side and leaned upon her bow. She examined the boy and offered him her bow. "Okay, sounds legit to me. You want to go first?"


I’m sleepy.

imogen-rosa:

atalantas-arrow:

I find reading more lulling.

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I can’t focus on books, though.

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Maybe you can relax in a tub with candles.