She-Ra: From The Shadows
First from the fanfic100 claim that hasn't actually been accepted yet. Of course, that just means that I can't post it to the comm yet, not that I can't post it here. Dunno if I'm going to post it to the She-Ra comm yet. The table is here. On with the show, then!
Title: From The Shadows
Series: fanfic100 claim: She-Ra, general series
Prompt: #74. Dark
Word Count: 203
Rating: G
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Summary: Bow isn't the Rebellion's best archer because he's so good on the harp, but because he's lethal with a bow and arrow.
Notes: Poor Bow needs all the help he can get to be taken seriously. The chicks running around in miniskirts and high heels can outfight him. But at a distance...? So that's where this comes from.
In most armies-and the Rebellion is an army, whatever else they choose to be-archers are snipers, not front line fighters like Bow. They don’t wear eye-catching colors, make loud noises or generally make a spectacle of themselves the way he does, either.
This is what goes through his mind one dark night as he dons a stealth suit that the rest of the Rebellion would be stunned to find in his possession. It occupies his thoughts as he creeps through the darkness, slips through his mind as he climbs to a suitable vantage point and dances on the edge of his perceptions as he spots his target.
But it falls away as soon as he fits an arrow to his bow. With his weapon in his hands and his target in his sights, there’s no thought of the bard or the magician or the noble Rebel whatsoever. There’s just the pull of the bow, the song of the arrow and the end of a life. In the dark of night-far away from the light and noise and fame that usually define him-there’s just Bow, fighting an ugly battle in this awful war that no one can afford to lose.
Title: From The Shadows
Series: fanfic100 claim: She-Ra, general series
Prompt: #74. Dark
Word Count: 203
Rating: G
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Bow isn't the Rebellion's best archer because he's so good on the harp, but because he's lethal with a bow and arrow.
Notes: Poor Bow needs all the help he can get to be taken seriously. The chicks running around in miniskirts and high heels can outfight him. But at a distance...? So that's where this comes from.
In most armies-and the Rebellion is an army, whatever else they choose to be-archers are snipers, not front line fighters like Bow. They don’t wear eye-catching colors, make loud noises or generally make a spectacle of themselves the way he does, either.
This is what goes through his mind one dark night as he dons a stealth suit that the rest of the Rebellion would be stunned to find in his possession. It occupies his thoughts as he creeps through the darkness, slips through his mind as he climbs to a suitable vantage point and dances on the edge of his perceptions as he spots his target.
But it falls away as soon as he fits an arrow to his bow. With his weapon in his hands and his target in his sights, there’s no thought of the bard or the magician or the noble Rebel whatsoever. There’s just the pull of the bow, the song of the arrow and the end of a life. In the dark of night-far away from the light and noise and fame that usually define him-there’s just Bow, fighting an ugly battle in this awful war that no one can afford to lose.