until five o' clock — julian &. tatton
Jan 9, 2021 1:13:32 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 9, 2021 1:13:32 GMT -5
— julian le roux.
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His sword cleaves cleanly through the straw head of the dummy.
After the tournament, Julian’s lessons were made longer and more strenuous, less playful brawls and more bone-tiring fights. The sword in his grasp has calloused him about four times today, and he knows there would more. His thoughts feel dull, focused on the next slash of his blade, the next radiant arc towards the dummy.
He shakes his head, brown strands of hair becoming ruffled. He wants—no, needs a break but it couldn’t happen, not until the clock strikes five.
It's then that he sees a familiar face rounding up the corner, making Julian smile to himself. If he couldn’t have a break, perhaps some company would make the time flow quicker.
“Tat,” he calls out, lips pulling back to reveal teeth in a small grin. Julian waves his sword as if it was a hand. “Want to parry with your best cousin?” He unleashes the pleading puppy eyes, his brown gaze agleam. “At least until five o’clock.”
After the tournament, Julian’s lessons were made longer and more strenuous, less playful brawls and more bone-tiring fights. The sword in his grasp has calloused him about four times today, and he knows there would more. His thoughts feel dull, focused on the next slash of his blade, the next radiant arc towards the dummy.
He shakes his head, brown strands of hair becoming ruffled. He wants—no, needs a break but it couldn’t happen, not until the clock strikes five.
It's then that he sees a familiar face rounding up the corner, making Julian smile to himself. If he couldn’t have a break, perhaps some company would make the time flow quicker.
“Tat,” he calls out, lips pulling back to reveal teeth in a small grin. Julian waves his sword as if it was a hand. “Want to parry with your best cousin?” He unleashes the pleading puppy eyes, his brown gaze agleam. “At least until five o’clock.”
