death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
His on-edge expression shouldn’t fuel her glee so easily, but it’s the equivalent of gasoline on a fire. She simply can’t help it somehow. From the moment they met, some young girl in her mind sat up and took notice, and now she can’t look at the young man without having intrusive impulses telling her to tackle him to the ground and wrestle him in the snow.
Really, it’s how she shows her love. Just ask Deimos how many times he’s been hit in the back with snowballs.
At least he seems more confident and eager when she returns with a similar axe. “Well neither of these are throwing axes, but enemies don’t care what type we have. So I’m thinking we use the dummies instead of the wood slab.” She leads him around to the side where two plain straw dummies stand, snow dusted. She’d had Deimos help install them one random day when she was too annoyed with the prospect of traveling all the way to the Barracks to train. Winking at Tal, she lets her axe fly, and it lands dead on in the center of the dummy’s chest, dexterous as every.
Really, it’s how she shows her love. Just ask Deimos how many times he’s been hit in the back with snowballs.
At least he seems more confident and eager when she returns with a similar axe. “Well neither of these are throwing axes, but enemies don’t care what type we have. So I’m thinking we use the dummies instead of the wood slab.” She leads him around to the side where two plain straw dummies stand, snow dusted. She’d had Deimos help install them one random day when she was too annoyed with the prospect of traveling all the way to the Barracks to train. Winking at Tal, she lets her axe fly, and it lands dead on in the center of the dummy’s chest, dexterous as every.
