[ his expression shifts instantly, and there's a new wall there that hadn't been present before. a crossed line, for some reason. inej isn't entirely sure why.
she had overheard stories, rumors, about dirtyhands and the gloves. claws for hands, acid burns, drenched in the blood of his enemies. other ridiculously foolish ghost stories, none of then making any sense. and, more importantly, none of those stories really align with the boy that came back to get her. so the gloves must be for another purpose.
it really isn't any of her business. and she feels somewhat foolish, for asking. it wasn't her intention to pry, but to wonder if the gloves helped in some way that she hadn't thought of. or if they had some type of trick, to help defend him more. but apologizing seems just as worthless; it was just a question. she has nothing to really be sorry for. and if the rumors are true, kaz brekker can handle an innocent question.
so (for once), inej does as she's told, and strikes the bag again in quick succession, the heavy bag swaying with the force. after about five or six punches, she begins to feel like she's figured out her best striking point. and so she begins to experiment, sliding her foot to the left as she moves, hitting the bag in motion. it provides less force, but does sway the bag -- something to consider. ]
Mmm.
[ she hums to herself briefly, shaking out her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers experimentally. the burn in her arms and the ache in her hands feels good. it makes her feel alive. ]
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Date: 2020-12-27 05:47 pm (UTC)she had overheard stories, rumors, about dirtyhands and the gloves. claws for hands, acid burns, drenched in the blood of his enemies. other ridiculously foolish ghost stories, none of then making any sense. and, more importantly, none of those stories really align with the boy that came back to get her. so the gloves must be for another purpose.
it really isn't any of her business. and she feels somewhat foolish, for asking. it wasn't her intention to pry, but to wonder if the gloves helped in some way that she hadn't thought of. or if they had some type of trick, to help defend him more. but apologizing seems just as worthless; it was just a question. she has nothing to really be sorry for. and if the rumors are true, kaz brekker can handle an innocent question.
so (for once), inej does as she's told, and strikes the bag again in quick succession, the heavy bag swaying with the force. after about five or six punches, she begins to feel like she's figured out her best striking point. and so she begins to experiment, sliding her foot to the left as she moves, hitting the bag in motion. it provides less force, but does sway the bag -- something to consider. ]
Mmm.
[ she hums to herself briefly, shaking out her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers experimentally. the burn in her arms and the ache in her hands feels good. it makes her feel alive. ]