Long Days, & Longer Nights {Ky & Vy // Marree}
Oct 22, 2017 22:55:39 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 22, 2017 22:55:39 GMT -5
Vy Pryce
The days are unbearably long, and the nights are even gruesomely longer. Upon every single slumbering moment, he taunts my reality with dreams that are alike all the same. Some of him horrifically scaring my Girlfriend with unforgiving physical marks. Other times it me gruesomely battling him, determined to retreat back to my lovely Girl. No matter the nightmare he plagues me with, I awake soaked with sweat and desperate for the reassurance that Kyanite is still sleeping peacefully beside me. It’s often easiest to simply not collapse my eyes into rest at all, though the next day never agrees with me on that. Exhaustion yanks me through the long hours of the Sun’s shine, but I somehow manage through nonetheless.
At least when daylight brutalize us with its bright rays, fear doesn’t coax every muscle within my body – even though it was completely radiating out the day that he managed to take us. But now I know better than to be foolish with trusting someone I scarcely know, who exhibits bad vibes from their core, and so does Kyanite. Even still we’re continuously checking on the Other throughout the day; and fortunately, both of our employments are in the same building, making our anxious checking possible.
Hand in hand we stroll to our shared workplace just as we do every single day. The light chatter has even returned to our daily walks, as both of us are healing from the traumatic past. There’s no need to express how the nightmares are still plaguing me, especially when she probably already knows. The terrors we endured still gleam in her façade expressions of happiness, but I know eventually we’ll both recover – we always do. Though still it does not make kissing her goodbye any easier, as fear consumes me with the idea of her being taken from my fingertips again. Except that I have to release my sturdy grip from her fingers, and somehow, I do every day.
The moment she turns around the corner to the Nurses’ hallway, I envelope myself into the vast counters of the main training room where my Trainees await me. “Alright, Ladies.” I call for the Youngsters’ attentions; and though their all boys, they’re used to my insensitive manner. At least the routine of the day keeps me distracted from the terrors of the nights. Immediately their respect is graced to me, as they hush instantly and stare at me in patients for instructions. “Get to your basic morning warmup, before we study more hand to hand combat. All of you were disappointments in yesterday’s spares against another Trainer’s kids. Unacceptable.” With a simple hand gesture, they’re off following my instructions. Certainly, they weren’t completely terrible yesterday, but I only accept perfection from my students. Even decency would have them murdered instantly if they were to get reaped, which is opposing my goal for them.
Within the past I would endure every step of training with them; whether working out, running laps, or sparring in the ring. But with a damn human growing inside of me it’s not allowed anymore, or at least that’s what Ky says. Not a single aspect of my routine altered when I was pregnant with Brooklyn, and she didn’t turn out half bad! But when my primary mission is to make my Girl happy, I can’t argue with her. Fortunately, the Boys have yet to notice my absence in full participation, clueless to what’s going on in their Trainer’s life, which is exactly how I like it. Perhaps one of these days I’ll have to tell them, or maybe not. Could just take a sick leave again when I can’t hide it anymore, and shrug when people question the sudden new addition to the family. That’s how it was with Brooklyn at first, until our secret eventually let out…
Frustration leaves my hand running down my face, as I watch two of my Boys poorly sparring within the Ring. It’s as though their fearful a pristine punch may kill the other, how pathetic. “Come on now! You all used to be able to beat anyone I put you against. Is it possible to get this much worse?” I scold them in my aggravation, clueless to what I could do to make them improve. It’s quite difficult to teach them proper tactics when I’m unable to get into the ring myself… Eyes dart towards the door, gazing through its window to see if anyone’s approaching. Perhaps I could provide them a short lesson on how to properly fight, without Ky even knowing?
“That’s it. Conner get out of the Ring, Troy just you & I sparring.” Is ordered as I climb through two of the ropes to gain my footing in such a lovely place that I miss so badly.
“Wow. Trainer Vy getting back in the ring? I never thought I’d see the day.” Troy taunts with a smirk of amusement, probably hyped to be battling against me once again. Hopefully the motivation will actually spike him with some talent.
“Shut it, Troy. You even going to be able to hit me?” The tease is given right back to him. Rather than counteracting with a bite of words, he aims for a surprise punch – one in which I knock away from me all too easily. “That was just sad.” I laugh at his attempt, which has the other Trainees cackling as well. Of course, Troy isn’t too fond of that however.
Again, he targets for an unexpected hit, leaving me the opportunity to take advantage – dodging from his fist, and taking the opening to slam my own knuckles gently across one of his cheeks. “Anyone else wouldn’t have been so kind, and instead leave you with some pretty bruises.” I advise him of his fortune, as we continue to kiss our knuckles to the air; while his scarcely reach my skin, and when mine connect with his it’s in a practice manner that’ll avoid true pain. But even within a short few minutes he begins improving, which satisfies me nonetheless. So why can’t I go into a ring, when my Opponent can hardly even touch me?
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