I was painting a picture // The picture was a painting of you and
For a moment I thought you were here
For a moment I thought you were here
He kept her waiting. His silence wasn't an answer. Not when she knew him like she did now. It was obvious he was teasing her. Especially as he went for the wooden sparing weapons, turning them over in his hands, finally passing one over to her. Cordelia felt the weight of it in her hand, a bright smile curling on her lips as she shook her head, testing the balance like she would a dagger. "I haven't, but I want to learn. It would be good to know, yes? I don't usually try to get close, but having a longer reach than a dagger is always a good idea." She mused, knowing that the Sword would likely agree with her, given his own knowledge with combat.
Cordelia shifted her stance, mimicking the one he took earlier, lifting the wooden blade so he might judge her form. "I don't have much knowledge on the proper way to do things. So please make any and all corrections. I want to learn." She wasn't afraid of criticism. Not from him or anyone, really. At least not when it came to things like this.
Cordelia shifted her stance, mimicking the one he took earlier, lifting the wooden blade so he might judge her form. "I don't have much knowledge on the proper way to do things. So please make any and all corrections. I want to learn." She wasn't afraid of criticism. Not from him or anyone, really. At least not when it came to things like this.
But then again, it wasn't true
CORDELIA
