[FIC] Bow & Arrow

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Title : Bow & Arrow [Neocities]
Series: Dragon Age
Characters: Fenian Lavellan (Inquisitor)/Micah (Original Character)
Rating: General
Word Count:401
Summary: Fenian and his friend hunt in the woods.
Content Notes: Animal death via hunting
A/N: Another from the valentine prompt thing I never finished, yay!

Fenian watched the bristling brush carefully. The muscles in his fingers twitched with the urge to draw his bow, but he waited. Then a blob of brown came into view and he let his muscle memory take over. The shot hit right between the eye and ear of the rabbit.

“Perfect!” Micah called out, not bothering to keep his voice down in the thick Vimmark forest.

They trudged over to the rabbit together and Fenian hefted it into his sack.

“Is that enough for your clan for today?” Micah asked.

Fenian nodded. Though the only game he shot that morning were rabbits the clan still had plenty of salted meat waiting to be consumed. They didn’t need a large stock in the springtime and most of the catches today would be traded with the humans at the market in town.

“You’re a natural with the bow,” Micah continued, “like you were born for it.”

Fenian frowned. He imagined the image of the bow inked into his skin, his face to be specific, in the form of Andruil’s Vallaslin. He didn’t think it suited him, then again he didn’t think any Vallaslin would suit him. And that struck a nerve.

Micah apparently noticed his frustration and apologized for the comment. “I forgot. That’s one of those things you don’t want.” He gestured to his face with a twirling finger. “For what it’s worth, I really don’t think it’d distract from your handsomeness.”

Micah smiled and it charmed Fenian so much that he looked away immediately. “It’ll be harder to trade in town. You humans really hate the Dalish. Even more than you hate city elves.”

Micah rushed in and gathered Fenian up in a hug. “You’re so good at making deals though, you’ll be alright. You even got me to work for you. I spend all my time in this forest giving all my kills to you.”

“As if you don’t do it to impress me.” Fenian hugged back.

“Hunting is not the skill I use to impress you. Not when you’re as good at it as you are.”

“What is it you’re so good at then? How will you keep me coming back to you?”

Micah snaked his hand up into Fenian’s hair, tightening in it slightly, just enough to pull it back a fraction and hold him still. Fenian’s mouth naturally opened a bit. “I’m offended you have to ask.”