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KALT
He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy
The gasps and shouts that came from below might have given He knew she couldn’t see the grin he gave her, but he felt hers as she appeared beside him. Her blade slid free and swiped at his leg, and he was forced into a two-handed vault, rather than his smoother single-handed move. It wasn’t the end of the world, but it wasn’t his preferred way of keeping ahead of her. ”Watch it, ya shit!” He breathed. ”Fight don’t start til you’re back at the Keep!” She might not have known it, but her seventeenth birthday would be spent almost entirely with him. Oh yeah... Her assessment this year was against him, but he decided it would be more fun to let that be a surprise for her. With how vicious the assessments were, he always felt that it was easier to just jump into it without any real plans. Or he was an asshole. Either was possible. Winning the assessment was still up in the air. Those were dangerous and bloodthirsty, much more so than their training sessions, so either one of them could come out on top. One thing was certain though... He was fucking winning this race. If not for his pride, than for his dramatic entrance in the Keep. Kalt’s map of the capital went up in his mind, and he plotted the quickest possible course. Tossing a quick wink to Ashe, whether she saw it or not, he leapt down to a balcony, waving to a slack-jawed little boy with a dog inside and disappearing into an alleyway. And together They made magic |
