A Warden, a Fae, and a Forest | Forest & AJ
Listening to the soft thud of his arrow hitting the trunk of the far away tree, Forest brought his bow down for a second, wiping his brow with his free hand. After two hours the boy was starting to feel this practice session, the pain starting in his drawing arm and then extending toward his legs, his sweat pooling against wool of his beanie. Notching another arrow Forest shook his arm out slightly trying to ignore the heat. He usually could go longer before the fatigue set in, but with his last year of college looming over him it had been a while since he’d taken his bow out. It had been a while since he’d taken his bow out for or anything really, a thought which had him looking down in disappointment.
He shouldn’t be feeling this way and he knew it, I mean just because Forest stopped hunting for a bit didn’t mean Hunter had stopped. Or like he wasn’t being a good warden. Or like he was betraying his mother or anything. It just meant he was busy. Busy with other things, like his job, and school and making sure people don’t die from giant monsters that come out of portals.
Shaking his head Forest brought his bow back up as he ignored the pain in his arm. Once he graduated he’d figure out how to balance it all. He’d figure out how to be a good soon, a good warden, a advocate for the non mischevious Fae. He’d figure it all out. But first he just needed to graduate and get that off of his plate. Yea. It would be all better then.
Letting loose his arrow Forest listened to it thud, mind five million miles away from the present and the fact that he wasn’t alone anymore.
