Theea
if you can't blow them away with your brilliance
I like it when people laugh most of the time, but it’s especially satisfying when the stoic-seeming ones do. Guess it was a funny question; Deimos is a guildmaster and the Warden of Halo. Of course he’s busy. Probably really busy—but he’s here, and he’s offering.
I bounce twice on the balls of my feet, nodding, energy fizzing. “I think I need more work on the shortsword. I keep treating it like a dagger and with beasts and stuff, I think I want some distance, right? Maybe. I’ll always have the daggers on me, but if I can figure this thing out, I could be a real asset.”
I bite my lip to shut myself up before I can actually talk his ear off, clear my throat, then draw the blade. “I keep fucking up with it and I want to not, so—short answer: yes. I’d love help.”
I flash him a winning grin.
I bounce twice on the balls of my feet, nodding, energy fizzing. “I think I need more work on the shortsword. I keep treating it like a dagger and with beasts and stuff, I think I want some distance, right? Maybe. I’ll always have the daggers on me, but if I can figure this thing out, I could be a real asset.”
I bite my lip to shut myself up before I can actually talk his ear off, clear my throat, then draw the blade. “I keep fucking up with it and I want to not, so—short answer: yes. I’d love help.”
I flash him a winning grin.
baffle them with your bullshit
