a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Lena’s eyes widened in surprise when she made contact – shocked at the circumstances – enough to start warbling in “Gods, I’m so sorry,” before remembering that had been the point of it. Nonetheless, in all her sudden revelations, she’d had no opportunity to dodge, and Noe’s punch landed neatly and precisely at the Attuned’s shoulder.
She bit back a slight gasp, shaking the appendage as if to ward away the numbing bite. “Good shot,” she smiled, knowing that wasn’t how it was supposed to go either, but quite incapable of rendering herself into anyone else. Steeling and forging a breath, grateful it’d been in her less habitual arm, she resumed a stance out of memory, and then swung, albeit still leisurely, towards Noe’s collarbone.
She bit back a slight gasp, shaking the appendage as if to ward away the numbing bite. “Good shot,” she smiled, knowing that wasn’t how it was supposed to go either, but quite incapable of rendering herself into anyone else. Steeling and forging a breath, grateful it’d been in her less habitual arm, she resumed a stance out of memory, and then swung, albeit still leisurely, towards Noe’s collarbone.
Lena
