Aristia - Peter Pan OUAT

7

Arista glared at the target across from her and The Lost Boys chuckled as she missed yet another throw. Her arrow struck the bark a few feet below the target and mocked her of her failure.

It has been weeks since Arista met the fairy, Tinkerbell. Peter made it known that he did not approve of their so-called-friendship. But Arista liked having a female friend. Not that she disliked the Lost Boys. But they could be a little too rowdy for her at times.

Like right now as they mock and tease her for missing yet another shot.

Arista has been training beside the Lost Boys about how to shoot an arrow from a bow. Yet she has been the only one not to grasp it.

Her hands lower along with the bow and frowned. "I do not understand. Why am I not getting it?" She turned to her instructor.

Blake glanced at the missed arrow then back to her. "I don't know what to tell you. It looks like a good form." He crossed his arms confused.

"Then why am I missing?" Arista huffed.

"You are dropping your elbow, love." 

All mocking and teasing silenced as all eyes glanced to the boy who was leaning against a nearby tree. 

Peter Pan wore a teasing smirk on his lips as he cocked his head and glanced over her form. His sleeves were pushed up to reveal his forearms as his legs were crossed, studying ever small thing about her. He was intrigued by her. 

The Lost Boys took a step back and lowered their gaze preparing for a scolding by Pan. Instead, he pushed off the tree with his eyes on Arista's blue eyes. Ignoring the sheepish gazes of his boys as he headed straight for her.

"I am not." Arista defended.

Pan's smirk grew and he raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then why are you missing every shot?" He challenged standing right in front of her.

"It could just be her horrible precision." Blake added.

Both Arista and Pan shot him a glare. Blake let out a low whistle and took a step back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Tough crowd..." He mumbled to himself walking off.

Pan turned back to Arista and glanced over her arms. "May I?" He asked.

Arista wasn't sure what he was asking but she nodded in agreement. Pan stepped behind her and Arista felt blood rush to her cheeks.

Pan leaned down that his mouth was beside her ear. His warm breath on her neck was enough to send a shiver down her spine. If Pan noticed, he didn't say anything. Instead he placed a hand on her elbow silently telling her to pull the arrow string.

Arista exhaled as her foot moved slightly back to stand in the proper form. Her fingers wrapped around the string and pulled the string back as her eyes stared forward to the target ahead. The small red dot teasing her from afar.

All of her thoughts vanished as Pan breath was felt on her ear as his hand touched her elbow raising it. Her eyes remained forward and her face was neutral, unable to do anything or think. Her mind was foggy feeling him stand so close, his hand on her elbow, his breath on her ear. In her peripheral vision, she could have sworn his eyes were staring intently down at her. Her heart pounded in her chest and was curious if Peter's was too.

For a moment, Arista forgot what she was supposed to do. Until Pan whispered in her ear,

"Release."