[ He answers Charlie’s affronted look with a mild one of his own – Sorry, not sorry.
A year and some change is a long time, after all; more than enough to fall out of practice.
It’s fair, when Charlie turns the question back on him, and Peter echoes that offended look – though only for a second, as it melts into something hesitant, thoughtful. ]
Maybe. Probably.
[ He glances down at his sword, but seems to think better of it as he switches to his bow – the same bow Charlie enchanted, with dark, worn wood. It’s going to hurt, using the bow instead of the sword; it’s going to put a strain on his back in a way the sword wouldn’t, but he can pick them off from a distance, this way. ]
Can you still do that spell? [ This, as he’s nocking an arrow. ] The— [ And he fumbles for a way to describe it. ] —the one that— makes everything... quiet.
[ Like the one Charlie had used the first time they had met. ]
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A year and some change is a long time, after all; more than enough to fall out of practice.
It’s fair, when Charlie turns the question back on him, and Peter echoes that offended look – though only for a second, as it melts into something hesitant, thoughtful. ]
Maybe. Probably.
[ He glances down at his sword, but seems to think better of it as he switches to his bow – the same bow Charlie enchanted, with dark, worn wood. It’s going to hurt, using the bow instead of the sword; it’s going to put a strain on his back in a way the sword wouldn’t, but he can pick them off from a distance, this way. ]
Can you still do that spell? [ This, as he’s nocking an arrow. ] The— [ And he fumbles for a way to describe it. ] —the one that— makes everything... quiet.
[ Like the one Charlie had used the first time they had met. ]