blitz! set the tone } luna
Aug 16, 2014 12:40:45 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Aug 16, 2014 12:40:45 GMT -5
l a t e r i s b e t t e r t h a n n e v e r
Lyulf really doesn't like being here. Here, of course, being the sweat-soaked room that blankets the scent of cold, hard steel and somewhat that of rusty blood as well; that is to say, the damned training center that Lyulf would never otherwise set foot in but at the point of a sword on his throat. And possibly not even then. Not with the careers in constant distaste of him, not with his safety at risk simply by existing. Except today Lyulf has to, because he's supposed to be bringing his siblings their forgotten lunches like the good younger brother he is. Not that they'll eat it, Lyulf thinks grumpily to himself as he mooches into the area, turning his nose up at the glistening bench-pressers and the sparring pair in the ring at the center of the room. He's foregone the hats and brightly colored clothing today, opting instead for one of Baptiste's faded shirts and light-colored pants that will hopefully avoid attracting any unwanted attention. And the stink should help. This really shouldn't feel so much like sneaking around without permission - but Lyulf has never been welcome here. This is a waste of time. He eyes his siblings in their little corner. Looks bloody. Feeling slightly queasy when one of them - he can't quite see who - lands a solid punch, Lyulf tears his gaze away to scan the rest of the room. I'll just wait 'til they're done. It can't take too long... right? |  |
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