As in

As in break the bow string?

Also she can be extremely attracted to him while also completely hating him

It's a thiiiiiiing

I think))

Ariadne glared at him and then the bow he offered to her. "No." She said flatly, holding his gaze as she gestured to the target. "I want you and your stupid abs to shoot your arrow." She stated, watching him in a slightly ornery manner. Stupid good looking elf. With abs. And arrogance. She hated him. Most of him. She hated him, minus the muscles. And the face. All the pretty things.

Fumble the arrow or step on the string, make string die so he can be trying to fix it when she hums)

T retracted his offer, giggling. He nocked another arrow. "My stupid abs are not causing me any trouble." He may have been flexing a little bit because she watched as he drew back. Bullseye again. "I think it is a you problem." He looked back at her.

Adne sighed through her nose at his giggle crossing her arms over her chest. She rolled her eyes for what mustve been the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes at his comment, huffing and staring at the opposite end of the clearing. She held up a hand and made mocking gesture with it, her four fingers tapping against her thumb repeatedly as she mimicked him with a lower, stupid sounding voice. "My abs aren't causing me any trouble." She mocked, glaring at him over her shoulder. "It's not all about you is it? They're causing me trouble." She huffed, picking up her bow and glancing at his target. "It is a me problem. And in order to solve it, I could always order you to put your shirt back on." She threatened dully. There was zero threat behind it, seeing as she liked looking at his abs just as much as he liked having them out. She nocked an arrow with a soft huff, lifting her bow and pulling to full draw. Then a little past that, seeing as she wasn't paying any attention whatsoever when she had other things to think about. A moment later, the overdrawn tension snapped the string of her bow, and she recoiled, making sure her arrow hit the ground before she dropped her bow and raised a hand to her cheek, hissing. There was a small, narrow red line shooting upward, seeping a small bit of dark red blood. She pulled her hand away to see the small amount smeared along her fingers, blowing out a breath and glancing down to see her bow with a severed string. "Lovely." She muttered.

T bit back some expression as she completely mocked him. "Exactly, your problem. Not mine." He smiled innocently. Unintimidated by her threat, but he did reel back a little, looking a little smaller as he adjusted the guard a bir while observing her.

He seemed to sense up when the string snapped, little hesitation as he put his bow down and walked over. "Are you alright?" He asked camly, unwilling to reach out and touch her, so he picked up her bow instead.

Ariadne blew out another breath, reaching down to tear off a small piece of her top and lift it to her cheek, swiping the blood away and then off her hand. "Fine. Just a little cut." She shrugged, watching him pick up her bow with a skeptical expression. "I'll have to get it restrung." She muttered, holding the dark strip of fabric to her cheek, flushed slightly out of embarrassment. She reached down to pick up the string, clenching her free hand around it in silence.

Tadhg watched her hands move around, her nonchalance fitting. "I can re-string it." He murmured evenly as he pulled the lose string out of the notches from either end of the bow. Offhandedly looking up at her quietly, at least she didnt seem to be bleeding much but surely it stung.

Ariadne glanced at him in slight confusion, her brows creasing ever so slightly. She looked him over for a moment and the shrugged, sinking down to sit against the base of the tree. "If you'd like." She shrugged, stretching. She refolded the scrap of fabric in her hand to give herself something to do, smoothing it gently along the cut afterwards. She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth in the quiet that followed.

"Okay." He acknowledged, passively strolling to his quiver, which truthfully semmed more like a bag than anything. He picked out a small roll of string and sat down. Tying a loop on one end, hooking it on a notch and stretching it out to the other side. Looked like muscle memory. "Did not think you had it in you to break that."

Ariadne simply sat, staring ahead in thought, glancing at him when he spoke. "I didn't think you had it in you to walk around someone else's land shirtless. Yet, here we are." She shrugged, stretching her arms out in front of her and closing her eyes, halfway lost in thought. Absentmindedly she began to hum, the melody that she had learned from him. She wasn't thinking much of it- it just sort of... happened. It wasn't like she was magical anyway.

"I do not think you mind." He commented, his hands busy. Completely focused. And he was almost done when the sound came to him. He didn't realize at first, and then he looked up slowly as he felt a tightness in his stomach. "Wait- Adne- n-" he stopped short and started heaving, he rolled over onto all fours and started hacking up the contents of his stomach.