I'd call Geralt "daddy" any day tbh.

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[ephemere]

[ Here? In their house? The idea actually excites Allison. She’d been dreading staying in the house alone with her mother. Having Uncle Charlie around might actually bring some warmth back to the place, or at least she hopes that it will.

She looks down at her bow and back up at Charlie, her smile growing slightly. Her archery is something that she’s become proud of over the years. It’s one skill in particular that her father took care to nurture as best he could, but Allison was always the one to put in the hours of practice. ]

I love it. Dad got me my first bow and I’ve never stopped.

[ Her expression wilts slightly at the mention of her father, but after a moment she lets out a sigh and returns to smiling. ]

Do you have any experience? With archery.

[dearestandonly]

[What a wonderful smile she has. Charlie decides he'll do anything and everything he can to make her smile, from now on.]

I don't, unfortunately. But maybe you can teach me? I swear I'll be the most attentive student.

[ephemere]

[ Allison brightens instantly. There is very little she would like more than to teach Charlie how to properly fire a bow. She nods and gestures down the path. ]

Of course. Come with me, I’ll let you use my bow.

[ Turning, she smiles at him over her shoulder and heads back toward the targets. ]

[dearestandonly]

I can't think of anything I'd rather do. [He should be helping around the house, probably. But he'd already been shooed out of the kitchen, so he'll use that as his excuse as to why he wasn't in the house.

Charlie moves over to the range, standing next to Allison.]

You'll have to show me how to hold it, and the proper stance. I'm a complete beginner.

[ephemere]

Alright, watch me…

[ Allison moves close to Charlie, adjusting her stance as an example for him. ]

Your feet will be about shoulder width apart with your weight balanced equally. This…

[ She lifts one foot slightly off of the ground and gestures to it, then moving it slightly ahead of the other. ]

Is your draw foot. It goes about four inches in front of the other. You point your toes 30 degrees towards the target and lift the bow like this…

[ Even though she’s been to competitions and done this very same thing for trophies and prize money, she’s never felt a need to be as on her game as she does now. When she lifts her bow, she lifts it with impeccable grace and shoots the arrow directly at the center of the target. There’s a smile on her face when she sees her handiwork. Looking at Uncle Charlie, there’s a hint of pride in her expression. ]

Do you want to give it a try?

[dearestandonly]

That is incredible. I doubt I'll be able to hit like that on my first try, but I'll try it.

[He carefully takes the bow and gets into position, taking a minute to adjust his stance and his feet. Doing his best to copy Allison. For all the skills he learned at the hospital, sports had never quite been his thing. And they certainly weren't allowed anything like this. So this is all new for him.

He aims carefully and shoots, but just barely lands the arrow on the target] Well, I could certainly use some more practice.

[ephemere]

[ She lets out the softest of gasps, her face brightened by a delighted smile. It’s clear that she’s impressed by Charlie’s shot. Allison turns to look at her uncle with a grin spread across her face. ]

That was amazing for your first shot.

[ Her smile takes on a playful quality and she steps close to him, giving him a joking side-eye. ]

Are you sure you’ve never done this before?

[dearestandonly]

I just follow instructions well. [But he looks pleased. Like a little boy who's received a gold star on a paper.]

I'd like to keep working on it with you, while I'm here. Maybe with a few more lessons I'll manage to hit more than the edge.

[ephemere]

I’d love that.

[ She smiles up at Uncle Charlie with a fond sort of gleam in her eye. Already she’s grown to like him quite a bit. It seems like he’s her family’s hidden gem. Allison reaches out to take her bow back and, quite by accident, her hand rests on top of his. Her cheeks flush a rosy shade of pink and she looks down. ]

I’m glad you like it. Archery, I mean.

[dearestandonly]

I think I'll like it even more, once I get the hang of it.

[A strand of hair has fallen out of her braid, and Charlie reaches up to tuck it behind her ear] Here, let me -- [His touch lingers for half a moment too long before he takes his hand away again]

All fixed.

[ephemere]

[ Her breath hitches in her chest and she can feel all the right kinds of butterflies in her stomach. It’s almost as if time has frozen for that moment. Allison looks up at him with adoring brown eyes, her voice hardly above a whisper. ]

Thanks, Uncle Charlie.

[ She reaches for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. ]

[dearestandonly]

[Something clenches in his chest, like his heart is being squeezed the same way Allison squeezes his hand. He leaves their hands like that, linked together, smiling down at her. All those years, watching her through pictures. And now he finally gets to touch her.]

I think we're going to get along well, Allison. I very much want us to be friends.

[ephemere]

[ Allison smiles faintly, her hand remaining linked in with his. This has all happened in a whirlwind, with Uncle Charlie sweeping into her life rather spectacularly, so it’s no surprise that the well-spoken, handsome gentleman has taken her breath away. And there’s no mistaking that the two of them already have a special bond. ]

I’d like that, too.

[ She wants to… What, exactly? Hug him? There’s a part of her that craves closeness with him even though they’ve only just met. Holding hands is well and good, but she wants to be so close to him that she can feel his heartbeat. A hug would do that, wouldn't it? The uncertainty shows in her eyes. ]

[dearestandonly]

[Charlie can scarcely breathe. He slides his fingers between Allison's, tangling their fingers together more firmly. He wants to pull her into his arms. God help him, he wants so badly to kiss her, but it's too dangerous, out here in the open. And without even knowing how she might react.

He takes a step closer, til there's barely any distance between them. Normally he shies away from touch but because it's Allison, his Allison, it feels right.]

[ephemere]

[ She looks up at him for a moment that seems to stretch on forever, her lips parted slightly as if she’s going to speak, and when she finally does she smiles in the same way as someone who’s been struck with a very mischievous idea. ]

I want to show you something…

[ With her bow in one hand and Uncle Charlie’s fingers entangled in the other, she leads him down a path towards an area of the property that has a tree with a very thick trunk and fairly low sweeping branches. Ducking beneath one, she tugs him with her to the side of the tree. It’s like a fairy world underneath the branches, with the little light that passes through the gray clouds filtering through the green leaves. Allison stands very close to her Uncle. ]

I come here to get away sometimes.

[dearestandonly]

[And Charlie answers that mischievous smile with one of his own, following after her, happily. Back here, amongst the trees, they're hidden from view. Their own little world.]

Are we escaping, then?

[ephemere]

[ She stands, positioning her Uncle between herself and the tree’s trunk, holding his hand up against the tree as she looks up at him, questioning. ]

Do you want to?

[dearestandonly]

Only if it's with you. [She's positioned them so Charlie is practically pinning her to the tree, forcing them close together. He exhales slowly and leans in so their foreheads are resting together]

I feel such a bond with you, Allison. Like I've known you my whole life.

[ephemere]

[ Allison looks up at her Uncle through her eyelashes, smiling faintly. That bond, she feels it, too. There's an undeniable connection between the two of them. It's almost electric. Her heart is beating like a hummingbird's wings. ]

I feel it, too. I'm glad you're here, Uncle Charlie.

[ She trails a hand lightly up his arm. ]

[dearestandonly]

I'll stay as long as you want me to. [He nudges his nose against her cheek, nuzzling her jaw softly. His heart is racing, and he feels hot and cold all at once, being this close to her. Something he'd only imagined before.]

[ephemere]

[ She turns her face towards his slowly, hesitantly. Her breath tickles his cheek and then his lips. After a moment's pause, Allison brings her lips to her Uncle's in a soft, almost chaste kiss. It feels so natural. ]

[dearestandonly]

[Charlie inhales sharply at the kiss. Surprised but intrigued by her boldness. He returns it softly, tentatively. Testing the waters. After a moment, he pulls back just a little, his eyes searching her expression.]

Are you sure you want this?

[ephemere]

[ Allison takes in a slow breath and pauses. There's a lot of risk involved in this. While her bond with her Uncle is undeniable, it isn't something her mother would approve of. She bites at her lip and finally nods. ]

Yes. I am.

[dearestandonly]

[His kiss is tentative at first. A slow brush of lips together, with a shuddering exhale. He braces his hand against the tree for support and gently cups Allison's jaw with the other, tipping her head up to deepen the kiss]

[ephemere]

[ The hand on his arm remains there, barely holding onto Uncle Charlie almost as if she’s afraid the moment will be ruined if she touches him with more than her lips. Her eyes close and it’s almost as if her other senses are amped up to full strength. Allison can feel him, hear him, taste him and it’s amazing. She hasn’t kissed many boys in her life, but somehow she knows no one will compare to her Uncle. ]