[ The thing is, she is as infuriating as she is quick. Not only is she stealthy with fast steps, she picks up on things with ease. And determination.
Despite their spat in the middle of the dining room, he had shown up the next morning at the time she'd picked. Just to show her that he could. There'd also been a matter of his night being unrestful, thoughts spinning like Makker's Wheel. He hadn't been able to stop the looped deluge and found himself drifting in and out, dreams—if they could be called that—fitful and lurid.
So when dawn fully crested, he'd dragged himself out of bed to their first lesson in fighting with a knife. He'd let her borrow his pocket knife, wanting to start off on something easy to carry and wield.
Over the next few weeks, she'd shown him exceptional promise. He hadn't needed to repeat himself much, only on the trickier bits like the overhand to underhand strike. By this point, he can't teach her any more, having imparted all his knowledge.
Of course, she can't continue to borrow his knives. It's impractical. Part of him also feels bad, still, for being fairly cruel about his comment on her waffle a few weeks past.
Not that he'll admit it. He does still think she's a bit soft.
Either way, it's what brings him to ask her up to his room. Office, really. He'd seen it and had known it should belong to her. ]
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Knives
Date: 2021-01-06 02:59 am (UTC)Despite their spat in the middle of the dining room, he had shown up the next morning at the time she'd picked. Just to show her that he could. There'd also been a matter of his night being unrestful, thoughts spinning like Makker's Wheel. He hadn't been able to stop the looped deluge and found himself drifting in and out, dreams—if they could be called that—fitful and lurid.
So when dawn fully crested, he'd dragged himself out of bed to their first lesson in fighting with a knife. He'd let her borrow his pocket knife, wanting to start off on something easy to carry and wield.
Over the next few weeks, she'd shown him exceptional promise. He hadn't needed to repeat himself much, only on the trickier bits like the overhand to underhand strike. By this point, he can't teach her any more, having imparted all his knowledge.
Of course, she can't continue to borrow his knives. It's impractical. Part of him also feels bad, still, for being fairly cruel about his comment on her waffle a few weeks past.
Not that he'll admit it. He does still think she's a bit soft.
Either way, it's what brings him to ask her up to his room. Office, really. He'd seen it and had known it should belong to her. ]