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On Saturdays Master always reserved time for recreational activities. Today, he was focusing on Archery. He was out in the huge field just beyond the garden courtyard. I watched Master move around with such grace and speed, he was always so perfectly accurate on foot and even on horseback. I was mesmerized with every shot he took on the numerous targets scattered around the field.
As I was finishing tending to the rose bushes of the gardens, Master signaled for me to join him out in the field. I scurried to throw my gardening equipment into the bag and race out to him and see what he wanted.
“How may I help you, sir?” I bowed respectfully as I caught my breath.
“Take this and stand over there by that Oak,” he ordered, handing me a bright red apple.
“S-Sir?”
“I’m going to shoot it off your head,” he grinned. “Don’t worry Daniel, I won’t hit anything but the apple. Don’t you trust your Master?”
“Yes of course I do, sir! I’ve just never been shot at before.” I murmured.
“Well I’m not shooting at you am I? I’m shooting at the apple. Correct?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” shakily, I made my way over to the Oak tree and balanced the apple on my head like ordered.
Master raised his bow after knowing the arrow, I felt my body tense as he drew the arrow back. As he took aim on the apple I tensed even more, so much I think I was shaking.
“Now stay perfectly still Daniel,” Master whispered as he locked the arrow’s aim onto the apple.
“Yes sir,” I stammered feeling my knees lock up.
The last think I heard before my eyes squeezed shot was Master suck in a deep breath and the apple was suddenly gone from my head.
“You can open your eyes now Daniel,” Master chuckled. My eyes slowly pried themselves open and I nearly gasped at the sight, feeling my body flush entirely with heat. I was probably as red as the apple.
My Master was standing right in front of me, his face only and inch or two away from me. I could smell him, it was the perfect mix of his cologne that he always wore and sweat, his breath smelt minty and fresh, making his breath chilling as it hit my lips and cheeks. His arm was reaching out past me, almost resting on my shoulder, as he pulled the arrow from the tree, the apple still skewed by it. After ripping the arrow from the apple, Master sank his teeth into the apple, ripping off a huge bite, chewing it slowly.
“Good job Daniel.” Master smirked after swallowing his bite.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” my words squeaked out of my throat.
He smiled and stepped back, patting my shoulder. “You can return to your work in the gardens now,” handing me the arrow he shot, he returned to the field, eating the rest of the apple and gave what he didn’t eat to the brown stallion he rode occasionally as he practiced.
I was still standing at the oak tree, now leaning against the trunk, unable to move or keep myself up. The even that had just unfolded began to replay over and over in my mind.
I could not focus straight for the rest of the day. Since that even with Master I have slipped with the garden scissors repeatedly, cutting off several blooming and young flowers when I meant to cut to cut the dead ones. I had also cut my palm open when I grabbed for the blades of the hedge clipped rather than the handles.
Later on that afternoon I decided to arrange the flowers I had accidently cut into a bouquet arrangement. I decided to put the vase on the hall table upstairs outside Master’s study. That table was always fairly empty except for the occasional mail Master didn’t want to bother with at the time. I made sure to leave room so he could still do so, setting the vase at the back center of the table, making sure not to squish the flowers against the wall.
Though the vase was filled with many colorful flowers, it still looked very pain. I decided to tie a ribbon around the curve of the case. I thought I was fairly exceptional when it came to tying bows, bows of any kind. I often assisted Master in tying his bow ties on days of special events. Though even with the beautiful pale sky blue ribbon, something was still missing from the bouquet. So, making a daring choice, I stuck the arrow from earlier into the arrangement of flowers, not so much that it would stick out and not so far in that it couldn’t be seen. Now the bouquet was officially perfect.
I was too absorbed into my handiwork on the vase I couldn’t even hear the heavy footsteps that Master had when he strolled down the hall. I was so into the bouquet I didn’t even notice that he was inches away from me, his breath hitting my neck.
As I was finishing tending to the rose bushes of the gardens, Master signaled for me to join him out in the field. I scurried to throw my gardening equipment into the bag and race out to him and see what he wanted.
“How may I help you, sir?” I bowed respectfully as I caught my breath.
“Take this and stand over there by that Oak,” he ordered, handing me a bright red apple.
“S-Sir?”
“I’m going to shoot it off your head,” he grinned. “Don’t worry Daniel, I won’t hit anything but the apple. Don’t you trust your Master?”
“Yes of course I do, sir! I’ve just never been shot at before.” I murmured.
“Well I’m not shooting at you am I? I’m shooting at the apple. Correct?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” shakily, I made my way over to the Oak tree and balanced the apple on my head like ordered.
Master raised his bow after knowing the arrow, I felt my body tense as he drew the arrow back. As he took aim on the apple I tensed even more, so much I think I was shaking.
“Now stay perfectly still Daniel,” Master whispered as he locked the arrow’s aim onto the apple.
“Yes sir,” I stammered feeling my knees lock up.
The last think I heard before my eyes squeezed shot was Master suck in a deep breath and the apple was suddenly gone from my head.
“You can open your eyes now Daniel,” Master chuckled. My eyes slowly pried themselves open and I nearly gasped at the sight, feeling my body flush entirely with heat. I was probably as red as the apple.
My Master was standing right in front of me, his face only and inch or two away from me. I could smell him, it was the perfect mix of his cologne that he always wore and sweat, his breath smelt minty and fresh, making his breath chilling as it hit my lips and cheeks. His arm was reaching out past me, almost resting on my shoulder, as he pulled the arrow from the tree, the apple still skewed by it. After ripping the arrow from the apple, Master sank his teeth into the apple, ripping off a huge bite, chewing it slowly.
“Good job Daniel.” Master smirked after swallowing his bite.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” my words squeaked out of my throat.
He smiled and stepped back, patting my shoulder. “You can return to your work in the gardens now,” handing me the arrow he shot, he returned to the field, eating the rest of the apple and gave what he didn’t eat to the brown stallion he rode occasionally as he practiced.
I was still standing at the oak tree, now leaning against the trunk, unable to move or keep myself up. The even that had just unfolded began to replay over and over in my mind.
I could not focus straight for the rest of the day. Since that even with Master I have slipped with the garden scissors repeatedly, cutting off several blooming and young flowers when I meant to cut to cut the dead ones. I had also cut my palm open when I grabbed for the blades of the hedge clipped rather than the handles.
Later on that afternoon I decided to arrange the flowers I had accidently cut into a bouquet arrangement. I decided to put the vase on the hall table upstairs outside Master’s study. That table was always fairly empty except for the occasional mail Master didn’t want to bother with at the time. I made sure to leave room so he could still do so, setting the vase at the back center of the table, making sure not to squish the flowers against the wall.
Though the vase was filled with many colorful flowers, it still looked very pain. I decided to tie a ribbon around the curve of the case. I thought I was fairly exceptional when it came to tying bows, bows of any kind. I often assisted Master in tying his bow ties on days of special events. Though even with the beautiful pale sky blue ribbon, something was still missing from the bouquet. So, making a daring choice, I stuck the arrow from earlier into the arrangement of flowers, not so much that it would stick out and not so far in that it couldn’t be seen. Now the bouquet was officially perfect.
I was too absorbed into my handiwork on the vase I couldn’t even hear the heavy footsteps that Master had when he strolled down the hall. I was so into the bouquet I didn’t even notice that he was inches away from me, his breath hitting my neck.
So this is part Two of my little series "My Master"
Part One can be found here: brokenheartsandsouls.deviantar…
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You said read instead of red when you said your face was as red as the apple. You asked, so... anyways, this is sooo cool.