01-11-2017, 09:04 PM
-Raeg'n-
It felt like she'd searched high and low, over the whole of Tephra, before she finally found him. Geez, he kept busy. It's like when she checked one place, he snuck in behind her to do whatever the hell it was he was always so busy doing. Checking on people or something. Of course she respected it, but she failed at hiding the flustered tone in her voice when she said: There you are. Finally!
She knew he wouldn't take offense, though she hadn't meant to say it quite that harshly. He had to know she had the utmost respect for him, and everything he'd done for her so far. Training, sparring, maybe one day some diplomacy instruction; she was a bit too sharp at times. Most importantly, taking in her and her friend Lauchlan. She tried to make up for it by helping patrol the borders for threats, day and night. Any time she had the chance to, really.
She'd grown close to Magnus, though at the same time they seemed to keep each other at a distance. For whatever their reasons may be. Sometimes she felt like she tip-toed around him, as though some hidden monster lay dormant within and fearful she'd be the one to wake it. It wasn't logical, really, he'd never shown signs of suddenly becoming violent. But she still felt the threat hiding deep within him, somehow.
Perhaps she imagined it, raising her accomplished mentor on some pedestal. She wasn't sure, but didn't think picking at it was such a great idea.
You have time today? she asked a little smoother, kinder. She of course wanted to spar again. She probably annoyed him with how often she asked, begged for it. She couldn't get enough. It wasn't entirely by choice, though she hoped to never have to explain that to him. Her grave vulnerability required her to push herself to her limits. To him, she probably looked like some battle-crazed fool who thirsted for blood. Despite that hers never spilled. Well, it did, but the wounds were always instantly healed. She wondered if a darker part of him enjoyed that, a training dummy that would never break. But she'd never ask.
Ok, so it was a little amusing walking away from a real good fight with him and he was the only one with bruises. She would never tell him that. It was also a little irritating that still after so much training and sparring the passed few weeks a "real good fight" with him meant only minor bruises. The man was a damn war machine. She felt her face heat, though she had no idea why, and asked again.
So can we?
She knew he wouldn't take offense, though she hadn't meant to say it quite that harshly. He had to know she had the utmost respect for him, and everything he'd done for her so far. Training, sparring, maybe one day some diplomacy instruction; she was a bit too sharp at times. Most importantly, taking in her and her friend Lauchlan. She tried to make up for it by helping patrol the borders for threats, day and night. Any time she had the chance to, really.
She'd grown close to Magnus, though at the same time they seemed to keep each other at a distance. For whatever their reasons may be. Sometimes she felt like she tip-toed around him, as though some hidden monster lay dormant within and fearful she'd be the one to wake it. It wasn't logical, really, he'd never shown signs of suddenly becoming violent. But she still felt the threat hiding deep within him, somehow.
Perhaps she imagined it, raising her accomplished mentor on some pedestal. She wasn't sure, but didn't think picking at it was such a great idea.
You have time today? she asked a little smoother, kinder. She of course wanted to spar again. She probably annoyed him with how often she asked, begged for it. She couldn't get enough. It wasn't entirely by choice, though she hoped to never have to explain that to him. Her grave vulnerability required her to push herself to her limits. To him, she probably looked like some battle-crazed fool who thirsted for blood. Despite that hers never spilled. Well, it did, but the wounds were always instantly healed. She wondered if a darker part of him enjoyed that, a training dummy that would never break. But she'd never ask.
Ok, so it was a little amusing walking away from a real good fight with him and he was the only one with bruises. She would never tell him that. It was also a little irritating that still after so much training and sparring the passed few weeks a "real good fight" with him meant only minor bruises. The man was a damn war machine. She felt her face heat, though she had no idea why, and asked again.
So can we?
hoping some magically awesome random time-jumping is cooool <333