[There's bright, warm curls of pleasure, surprise, and the nearly giddy feel of accomplishment rising from the dreary miasma of grief Waver's holding down. Success always feels so good, always, and the feel that some things are insurmountable has tapered for most situations.
(This is what happens when you're allowed to succeed; when your success isn't immediately torn to shreds.)]
... like this?
[Waver bites back the instinct to downplay his success as he takes another arrow and draws again to compensate, taking his time to adjust his bow hand until his elbow is bent right. It might still need some adjusting; Chris had to adjust his stance with the rifle several times.
no subject
(This is what happens when you're allowed to succeed; when your success isn't immediately torn to shreds.)]
... like this?
[Waver bites back the instinct to downplay his success as he takes another arrow and draws again to compensate, taking his time to adjust his bow hand until his elbow is bent right. It might still need some adjusting; Chris had to adjust his stance with the rifle several times.
He practices, whenever he gets an opportunity.
The arrow flies for the target.]