Elide
Elide makes no move to pick up her sword. She's crouched lower though, worn down by his grating pressure, and her gaze lifts up towards him as his boot steps on the blade. His dark, rugged voice finally carries over the stones, a clear rumble through the activity going on around them.
Her lithe form straightens then, the movement taken in tandem as he lifts her sword, as if she is following it. She is calmer now, in comparison to the swings and clashes of moments prior. There is a semblence of breath that rises her shoulders and chest but, no exhale to indicate that she's fallen back on such a human habit.
"That I can not defeat you," she says this with a humorous edge to her tone, eyes flitting up to meet his. More seriously, she continues, "and that I can not change a course that has already been set, whether by the Gods or other, uncontrollable forces," her hands fall to her sides, fingers relaxing. Her words feel grim and heavy as she hesitantly presses on, "I suppose that I hoped, one day, I would be strong enough to fight fate, in spite of the odds." She wanted to, before, when her brother was killed. She imagines that she will want to again - sooner or later. Quieter, she says, "It is a naïve.. ambition."
"As for those," she tilts her nose down towards the swords in his hands pointedly, raising her brows a fraction, "I have much more to learn."
Her lithe form straightens then, the movement taken in tandem as he lifts her sword, as if she is following it. She is calmer now, in comparison to the swings and clashes of moments prior. There is a semblence of breath that rises her shoulders and chest but, no exhale to indicate that she's fallen back on such a human habit.
"That I can not defeat you," she says this with a humorous edge to her tone, eyes flitting up to meet his. More seriously, she continues, "and that I can not change a course that has already been set, whether by the Gods or other, uncontrollable forces," her hands fall to her sides, fingers relaxing. Her words feel grim and heavy as she hesitantly presses on, "I suppose that I hoped, one day, I would be strong enough to fight fate, in spite of the odds." She wanted to, before, when her brother was killed. She imagines that she will want to again - sooner or later. Quieter, she says, "It is a naïve.. ambition."
"As for those," she tilts her nose down towards the swords in his hands pointedly, raising her brows a fraction, "I have much more to learn."
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
