Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
I missed?
She was appalled. It was a clear hit! Well, she didn't have much time to dwell on it. A miss was a miss was a miss. There was no time for brooding. Yet, when Sunjata returned her banter, she felt a flush of embarrassment rush to her cheeks. She furrowed her brow, though, concentrating more. She wanted to hit him, even if it was just once. She wanted to show him what she was capable of, if only she didn't feel so much weaker than before. It frustrated her.
"You can do better than that."
She was better than that!
She breathed through her nose, nostrils flaring as she steadied herself. He moved to punch her in her own abdomen. Tit for tat, as they say. Apparently, it really was, because she side-stepped it with swift feet. Just then, she was extremely compelled to give him a quick jab to the chin, her gaze giving this thought away as she glared at his face for a moment. However, she was more sportsmanlike than that, so she quickly redirected her attentions to his chest. "I could say the same to you," she retorted, giving him a quick, determined smirk.
However, instead of a fist, she used the same momentum from dodging to hoist her free leg up. With a swift, knee-jerk motion, she attempted to kick him in the ribs with her shin. She was using the full force of her bottled up frustrations, and a bit of it came through as she shouted through clenched teeth, "Rrrgh!"
If this move missed, she would leave herself open for a brief moment. It might've been opportunity enough for him, though; he was way faster than she'd anticipated.
She was appalled. It was a clear hit! Well, she didn't have much time to dwell on it. A miss was a miss was a miss. There was no time for brooding. Yet, when Sunjata returned her banter, she felt a flush of embarrassment rush to her cheeks. She furrowed her brow, though, concentrating more. She wanted to hit him, even if it was just once. She wanted to show him what she was capable of, if only she didn't feel so much weaker than before. It frustrated her.
"You can do better than that."
She was better than that!
She breathed through her nose, nostrils flaring as she steadied herself. He moved to punch her in her own abdomen. Tit for tat, as they say. Apparently, it really was, because she side-stepped it with swift feet. Just then, she was extremely compelled to give him a quick jab to the chin, her gaze giving this thought away as she glared at his face for a moment. However, she was more sportsmanlike than that, so she quickly redirected her attentions to his chest. "I could say the same to you," she retorted, giving him a quick, determined smirk.
However, instead of a fist, she used the same momentum from dodging to hoist her free leg up. With a swift, knee-jerk motion, she attempted to kick him in the ribs with her shin. She was using the full force of her bottled up frustrations, and a bit of it came through as she shouted through clenched teeth, "Rrrgh!"
If this move missed, she would leave herself open for a brief moment. It might've been opportunity enough for him, though; he was way faster than she'd anticipated.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
