echopraxia: (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ғᴇʀᴛɪʟᴇ sᴏɪʟ)
ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴅɪsɴᴇʏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ([personal profile] echopraxia) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion 2016-01-11 08:44 am (UTC)

( her tension is -

not quite tension. calm alertness; less wary of erik than he is of her crossbow, watchful but not anxious when she gazes through the treeline, a small statue for how easily she could stay precisely where she is for as long as is needful. sweat beads and tacks her hair to her forehead, her neck; it isn't that she doesn't feel discomfort so much as you can get used to a lot of things, given enough time.

you can get good at a lot of things, too -

when the bolt fires past erik (a solid metre over his head, confidently shot) it slams home into the forehead of something that isn't supposed to look the way it does, falling from the treebranch it had been preparing to leap from and hitting the jungle floor beneath. it's hard to tell, at this distance, whether the crack was a bone or the bolt. )

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