Theea
takes blood, sweat, and tears to look natural
I can hear the smile in his voice, his breath brushing over my hair. The sound of his voice so close is warm and grounding compared the cold creeping in now that I've stopped moving.
We're the best.
I love the way he sounds when he's smiling.
He shifts just enough so that his arm slips around me as natural as the sun's light grazing over the world as it rises. I lean my head into him and for a moment, keep an arm around his back. He leans in, and I look up at him, smiling at him.
"I'll teach you to be quick if you teach me how to get stronger."
He lingers close, and my stomach flips when I can suddenly see fireflies in his dark eyes again, my heart pounding, just a little too drunk.
He draws his arm back and the moment fizzles, my breath returning to my lungs, heart falling back into my chest. He's my best friend. He's my best friend. He's my best friend. I'm not ruining this.
I watch him replace both the shields to where they belong, and he hefts the axe. It looks so natural in his hand, and he'd fought with it almost like an extension of himself. His instincts are good.
I look down at the shortsword and give it a twirl. It's weight pulls at my hand differently than my daggers do, and while I think daggers still feel more at home in my hands than this... "I'll have to remind myself more that I dont have to get in so close when it's not a dagger." I shrug and look back at with a crooked little smile. "But it's growing on me."
We're the best.
I love the way he sounds when he's smiling.
He shifts just enough so that his arm slips around me as natural as the sun's light grazing over the world as it rises. I lean my head into him and for a moment, keep an arm around his back. He leans in, and I look up at him, smiling at him.
"I'll teach you to be quick if you teach me how to get stronger."
He lingers close, and my stomach flips when I can suddenly see fireflies in his dark eyes again, my heart pounding, just a little too drunk.
He draws his arm back and the moment fizzles, my breath returning to my lungs, heart falling back into my chest. He's my best friend. He's my best friend. He's my best friend. I'm not ruining this.
I watch him replace both the shields to where they belong, and he hefts the axe. It looks so natural in his hand, and he'd fought with it almost like an extension of himself. His instincts are good.
I look down at the shortsword and give it a twirl. It's weight pulls at my hand differently than my daggers do, and while I think daggers still feel more at home in my hands than this... "I'll have to remind myself more that I dont have to get in so close when it's not a dagger." I shrug and look back at with a crooked little smile. "But it's growing on me."
that's how it's done
