Oh what can it mean // To a daydream believer
"Are you locked on?"
Michael nods, but only slightly, carefully balancing the rifle in front of him. His eyes are fixed on the target and his finger is flexing on the trigger as he listens to Michel's instructions.
"Alright." Michel's voice is quiet, almost hypnotic, and he paces behind Michael, ready to correct him if needed. He steps in closer, leaning over Michael's shoulder as he speaks, and lowers his voice even further. "Don't blink. Don't move. Just keep your breathing steady. In. Out. In. Out."
Michael's vaguely aware that Michel's voice is closer, but it's a negligible observation, distant, lost under the rhythm of his breathing. A hand slides over his, nudging his fingers slightly, and Michael adjusts accordingly, but Michel doesn't withdraw his hand. Michael glances quickly to the side, wary of losing the progress he's made, and he's surprised to find Michel closer than he expects. Rhythm lost, he looks up and then--
Well.
Michael nods, but only slightly, carefully balancing the rifle in front of him. His eyes are fixed on the target and his finger is flexing on the trigger as he listens to Michel's instructions.
"Alright." Michel's voice is quiet, almost hypnotic, and he paces behind Michael, ready to correct him if needed. He steps in closer, leaning over Michael's shoulder as he speaks, and lowers his voice even further. "Don't blink. Don't move. Just keep your breathing steady. In. Out. In. Out."
Michael's vaguely aware that Michel's voice is closer, but it's a negligible observation, distant, lost under the rhythm of his breathing. A hand slides over his, nudging his fingers slightly, and Michael adjusts accordingly, but Michel doesn't withdraw his hand. Michael glances quickly to the side, wary of losing the progress he's made, and he's surprised to find Michel closer than he expects. Rhythm lost, he looks up and then--
Well.