(I'm entering my Damian Priest era...and I'm an archer who wants to do archery with Damian Priest...enjoy lol)
You huffed as you missed yet another target. Damian chuckled to himself at the sight of your frustration. He found it adorable how you were so frustrated at something as easy as archery, yet you weren't giving up on it. He admired the determination.
"It's not funny, Luis." You whined, dropping your arms dramatically to your sides as his laughter picked up. You saw your friend shooting one day and you wanted to learn. You thought it'd be easy because he made it look that way, but you soon found out that archery was just as hard as any other precision sport.
It took a lot of focus, stealth, and silence. But your arms kept shaking, you kept slapping your arm with the string, and your ears were ringing of frustration. "Alright alright, let me help you, mamas." He teased, still chuckling as your pout grew bigger.
Damian slipped his bow over his shoulder, his rock hard chest sitting snugly between the string and body, unclipping his sheath from his back all at the same time before making his way over to you.
"Okay," he started, "You want to make sure your back is straight yet relaxed, straddle the line." He instructed, straightening his back and straddling the line. You mimicked his motions, straightening your own back and straddling the line of black tape he'd laid down for you on the hardwood floors on his shooting room.
"Very good. Now, load your bow." He instructed. You reached down, taking a royal purple arrow out of the matte black quiver. You tiredly brought the arrow up and over the tip of your bow, clicking it to your string and hooking your fingers around the string.
"No, don't cut your fingers." Damian moved in closer to you, tapping your hooked fingers. One was above the arrow while the other two were under it. They were all supposed to be under it. You quickly tucked your finger under the arrow, adjusting your hand to make room for it.
"Now, the reason you're smacking your arm with the string is because your bow-hand is so tense,' He explained once again, running two fingers across the purple bruise in the middle of your forearm. "Relax your arm, mamas." He whispered.
Your breath hitched as you exhaled hearing the nickname he'd given you. That velvet deep voice he had made you silently go insane every single time he talked to you. I mean..you would do the same if you heard him call you 'mamas' too. Don't Lie.
Relaxing your bow-arm, you closed one eye and aimed carefully at the aiming point you and Damian had worked out earlier. You were around average height so your aiming point was near the very bottom of the white circle of the target.
Damian whistled one time, which he had explained to you earlier that one whistle meant to shoot. Exhaling cautiously, you straighten your hooked fingers, unleashing the sting from between them and sending the purple arrow flying dead at the target.
You lowered your bow in disbelief of the royal purple arrowe buried dead center.
You'd hit the bullseye! A radiant smile beamed over your lips as you jumped into Damian's arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"I DID IT!" You exclaimed, squeezing the taller man as he wrapped his meaty arms around your waist in pride.
"You did it! See? It's not that hard at all!" He praised, holding you tight.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening shooting arrows in various different combinations of ways. He had even taught you how to shoot horizontally. It was one of the best days you had in a while.
"Thanks man!" You beamed, throwing your body onto his as the two of you sat on the ground. This caught him off guard, nevertheless he chuckled catching you in his arms, returning the love.
"No problem, Mamas."
