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- sun & moon -
renjun breath hitches when he sees minhyung tremble under his gaze. "ill actually shoot you if you don't stop moving"
minhyung lets out a sigh, composing himself so the apple on top of his head won't fall. "why can't you use the target boards instead? why do i need to put my life on line for your practice?"
renjun lowers his bow, rolling his eyes at the military general standing in front of him. "you don't trust my aim? is that what you're implying, general lee?"
minhyung lets out a shaky gasp and places the apple back on his head. "how can i, prince? even the gods wouldn't doubt your skills"
archery was the least respected weapon for their people. the one that the lowest of the soldiers used, the ones who were not strong enough to carry a sword or brave enough to be near an enemy.
but for renjun it was his pride, the reason for his fame. known as the best archer in the lands of south, renjun's aim never missed, not even once. each arrow was shot with the motive to kill and so it did. with grace in his fingers and precision in his eyes, renjun could perform miracles with his bow and arrow. such a skill, such a greatest only lied with the best of bests and renjun was exactly that.
renjun smiles and grips back on his bow. it rests lightly on his fingers, almost like a feather. ironically looking delicate for a weapon that could kill in seconds. his breath is steady and posture straight, he looks calm for a person who's about to shoot at his friend. "still"
minhyung sees a blur. the arrow leaves renjun's fingers and hits the apple straight on his head. the force so strong that the arrow along with the apple gets stuck on the wooden wall behind him.
renjun calmly places the bow down on the table, looking too relaxed for a person who had just performed such a stunt.
minhyung claps, following the younger to the window. "that was a great shot"
"not my best" the window overlooks the sea and the harbour. renjun looks over the horizon where the sun is setting, a rosy hue blooming over the sky. the sun on his circlet reflects it.
"you can't take praise, can you?"
"praise is like an addiction. the more you get, the more you need it to survive. i don't want to depend on what others think of my skill. i would rather be the judge myself"
they remain silent for a while, the salty sea air tingling their noses as they watch the sky darken and the stars burn to light.
