WIP Whenever | Knarts 🎯
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This snippet is from the next episode of Sunny & I's DATV x DAI Western AU! In which Dr. Volkarin gets a primer in the hottest bar game for crazy-ass saloon goers everywhere: KNARTS.
What are knarts, you ask?
...I'll let Sunny's Rook, my Inky Sylvie, and @serialsforbellara's Mrs. Gemma Dellamorte-de Riva explain. 🗡️
Ayla heard a familiar THWACK when she entered the Griffon with Emmrich, and the sound had her whipping her head towards the dart board next to the bar, her lips forming into a big ol' grin when she saw Rook, Gemma, and Sylvie all gathered around it, cheering.
She turned and looked up at Emmrich. "Wanna play knarts, Doc?"
"Knarts?" Ayla giggled at the adorably confused expression on his face. "Are you quite well, dear?" he asked, chuckling when she dragged him over with her.
Sylvie drew a careful arm back over her shoulder, the movement decisive. Practiced. Barely even breathing as she lined up her next throw, eventually sending the knife in her hands sailing through the air and into the dartboard with another satisfying THWACK.
Rook let out an impressed whistle and Gemma clapped wildly. "Another bullseye! Well done, Sylvs."
Sylvie ducked her head to give them both a modest nod, but turned to smirk at Davrin behind the bar. Ayla snickered—he'd apparently been drying a glass in his hands, but seemed frozen in place at the moment, an awed expression on his face.
"What have I told you guys about the damn knives?" he grumbled, attempting to snap himself out of it.
Sylvie rolled her eyes. "But babe! We don't miss!!"
Davrin rolled his back. "It's not the wall I'm worried about—that's the third dart board this year! Do you know how long they take to make??"
Unbothered, Sylvie sauntered over to grab her knife, tossing it into the air and catching it several times as she made her way over to him, eventually leaning over the bar to give him a smoldering kiss. "I promise I'll make it up to you," she purred against his lips.
"…Fine," he muttered, clearing his throat. Davrin caught her arm before she could slink away, pulling her back for another kiss.
"But you're painting the next one."
"Deal."
The smirk on Sylvie's face when she made her way back over was triumphant, and she winked at Ayla, who cackled loudly despite Dav's glare.
"Hey, blue eyes," Rook drawled when Ayla kissed him on the cheek. "Hey, handsome." He gave Emmrich a cheeky smirk and tipped his hat to him. Emmrich returned the gesture with a wary smile.
"Good evening." Emmrich eyed the knife in Rook's hand with raised brows. "Ms. Thorne tells me you're playing 'knarts'?"
"Yep!" Rook nodded, gesturing wildly with the blade. "Knife darts. Knarts."
"Hm. Well, I find I can't fault your logic there, Rook," Emmrich replied, snickering. "But…ah. Is it safe? What with so many people around and everything?"
Rook cracked a grin at him and shrugged. "They stay out of the way."
"I see…"
Ayla cackled before turning to Sylvie. "Can I have a go, sugar? I need to stab something."
She nodded and flipped the knife in her hand, offering it to Ayla pommel-first, moving to stand next to Emmrich when she took it readily. Gemma moved to his other side. "She's quite good you know," she murmured to him. "For a Warden."
They all snickered at her expense, then even louder when Ayla paused from lining up her throw to shoot them a glare. Once she felt like they'd been on the receiving end of it long enough, she settled her eyes back on her target. Mac Tir and his evil scalpel flashed across her mind again, and she took a deep breath, trying her damndest to imagine that the dartboard was his stupid fucking face instead, drawing her arm back and flinging the knife towards it in anger.
It hit the center of the bullseye so hard, almost a third of the blade sunk into it…definitely leaving a mark on the wall underneath.
"Dammit, Ayla!" Dav cursed at her from the bar.
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