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Jan. 20th, 2006 12:05 am[After this.]
*It's still chilly out, but after Mordred left, Adam couldn't bring himself to come back in yet. He'd gone outside to practice, and he was going to finish his practice.
He's got years on you. Decades.
Advance, thrust, retreat, retreat, parry, advance.
You've barely started your own training.
Thrust, thrust, retreat, advance, thrust, retreat, parry.
He's a knight.
By the end of it, his feet ached, his muscles screamed, and he could feel every millimeter of fabric that scraped against the cut on his arm. But still, the embarrassment was there.
When he comes home, the fire's going, and he can see Alanna moving around in the bedroom, but it's the couch he ends up on. Sword propped up along the edge, he collapses, boneless, letting the heat of the fire wash over him.*
*It's still chilly out, but after Mordred left, Adam couldn't bring himself to come back in yet. He'd gone outside to practice, and he was going to finish his practice.
He's got years on you. Decades.
Advance, thrust, retreat, retreat, parry, advance.
You've barely started your own training.
Thrust, thrust, retreat, advance, thrust, retreat, parry.
He's a knight.
By the end of it, his feet ached, his muscles screamed, and he could feel every millimeter of fabric that scraped against the cut on his arm. But still, the embarrassment was there.
When he comes home, the fire's going, and he can see Alanna moving around in the bedroom, but it's the couch he ends up on. Sword propped up along the edge, he collapses, boneless, letting the heat of the fire wash over him.*
