Tired of Pretending

Bow

Merlin sighs and rubs his eyes, this was suppose to be Arthur's day off and how does he spend it? Working... Since he's working Merlin has to work, when has Arthur Pendragon ever gave him a day off?

They were at the training grounds, again.

Ever since Arthur broke his hand, his horse had reared throwing him to the ground and crushing his hand, he had lost a bit of his ability to shoot a cross bow with the precision and accuracy as he had before. He is determined to get it back as quickly as he can.

So, every spare moment of his time he spends in front of a target, and for some reason insists Merlin be with him every step of the way. Not that Merlin minds, but all he does is sit there and watch Arthur.

Arthur growls as his shot hits just outside of the target. Arthur had been growing frustrated and impatient, snapping at anything and everything.

Merlin chuckles very quietly, and now it seems he has resorted to ranting.

"OH and you think you could do BETTER!?"

Merlin looks up in surprise, it seems Arthur had heard his small laugh.

Merlin thinks it over and shrugs, gesturing to take to bow.

Arthur hands it over with a smirk.

Merlin takes Arthur's place before the target and shifts his foot out, taking a stance.

Merlin lifts his arms, taking aim carefully.

Hoping Arthur won't throw him in the stocks, he pulls the trigger.

Twang.

The tip of the arrow buries its self into the center of the target.

Merlin lowers the bow and turns to Arthur with a grin, dimples flashing.

Arthur scolds and yanks the crossbow from his hand, "don't be such a girls petticoat, Merlin."

Merlin grins wider and goes back to the bench, grabbing Arthur's sword to sharpen.

Arthur tries his best to ignore his servant but is unable to stop a smile from creeping onto his face.

Not that he would let Merlin see it.