sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry couldn't help the slight curve of a smile as Aisha stood before him, all rugged confidence and hands on her hips. It remained on his lips, that smile, as she retrieved the coat he'd made her. He leaned back against the barn wall, crossing his arms as he watched for her reaction.
He paused to look at her as the coat draped around her. She would find that it fit her snugly, without being constrictive or loose. He'd made it specifically for her, so it was made to account for the inevitability of a few tussles in its future. Seeing it on her made his cheeks flush, how it emphasized her shoulders and brought out the shine in her hair. He'd made clothes for other people before but, something about this one made him very happy. After a few moments, she took it off and held it in her hands. He laughed at her joke about the shirt.
"I doubt that would fit me but, if you want me to try it on, I suppose I could," he winked, eyes on her face again. A little more seriously, he waved her off and added, "It's a gift, Aisha. The whole point is that you don't owe me anything."
He made a show of peering up at her, then, a dip of his chin and the raise of his eyebrows. "Although... I've been thinking about getting a sword lately. You know, a real one," he smirked, lifting his chin back up, "I'm gonna need someone to teach me how to use it properly sometime. I was thinking someone in the military. I've heard they're a tough bunch. They'll have to be strong. And smart. And, obviously, beautiful. A real swordswoman. You know anyone like that?"
He paused to look at her as the coat draped around her. She would find that it fit her snugly, without being constrictive or loose. He'd made it specifically for her, so it was made to account for the inevitability of a few tussles in its future. Seeing it on her made his cheeks flush, how it emphasized her shoulders and brought out the shine in her hair. He'd made clothes for other people before but, something about this one made him very happy. After a few moments, she took it off and held it in her hands. He laughed at her joke about the shirt.
"I doubt that would fit me but, if you want me to try it on, I suppose I could," he winked, eyes on her face again. A little more seriously, he waved her off and added, "It's a gift, Aisha. The whole point is that you don't owe me anything."
He made a show of peering up at her, then, a dip of his chin and the raise of his eyebrows. "Although... I've been thinking about getting a sword lately. You know, a real one," he smirked, lifting his chin back up, "I'm gonna need someone to teach me how to use it properly sometime. I was thinking someone in the military. I've heard they're a tough bunch. They'll have to be strong. And smart. And, obviously, beautiful. A real swordswoman. You know anyone like that?"
HENRY
