I clutched my life and wished it kept
She slipped into motion like it was second nature, light on her feet, weight shifting with an ease. Where he braced against every patch of ice, she seemed to flow over it, boots skimming the surface instead of fighting it. The shortsword swung and slapped flat across his shoulder, and the look in Theea's eyes told him she trusted her body more than the blade itself, but at least knew its limits.
She looked alive in motion—focused, bright, a spark burning against the cold courtyard. The admiration that surged through him was sudden and startlingly clear. She moved like the foxes that they caught and relocated for Damien. And he was steady, deliberate, more earthbound in his movements. An oak compared to a reed. He had to work just to follow her footwork. But he did. He turned his head and tucked his chin, bringing the butt end of the spear back up with his dominant hand. "Halo, born and bred. Generations deep." He grunted, then used the horizontal position of the spear now to push against her and hopefully knock her back, off balance. Disturb her elegant and quick movements.
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My dearest love, I'm not done yet
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
