// object of desire //
The first thought the courtesan has is that he’d managed it. Excitement bristles under his skin, but it’s shortly lived as his focus fails, distracted by the result of a success and compliment. It’s understandable, though, given that the young abandoned has never been one for battles. A lover more than a fighter. But even he knows how important it is to practice.
It’s no surprise that when he makes his shield, he’s slow on the shift and change. The little shield of wind twists belatedly, only nabbing one piece of the many that fly up and cover his legs in little nips that has him jumping and distracted, the wind failing as he can’t quite focus on it. He looks as though he’s in water, with tiny little sharks nipping at his feet as he barks a laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but knowing it could very well be a likely occurrence.
It’s no surprise that when he makes his shield, he’s slow on the shift and change. The little shield of wind twists belatedly, only nabbing one piece of the many that fly up and cover his legs in little nips that has him jumping and distracted, the wind failing as he can’t quite focus on it. He looks as though he’s in water, with tiny little sharks nipping at his feet as he barks a laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but knowing it could very well be a likely occurrence.
THORN
