Comfort

[birthrightgreen]

It's a welcome feeling when my fingers curl around the handle. Familiar. Comforting. I remember the first one she handed me, the first time I wielded it, trying to imitate her movements, jerky, off balance. I was frustrated. She was patient. It didn't help in the end, not really. She was still gone, though I carried it with me, the bone handle cutting deep into my palm where I clutched it too tightly. It was crude, that first weapon, and I couldn't call it to my hands when he bound them and held me down.

I was too stunned at the next. Too frightened of the one after. In too much pain with the fourth. But then came one, and my body was adjusting to what they did to it. It still hurt, but there was the ability to think under the pain, to hate. To rage. To call it in and wrap my hand around it and plunge it deep into his back until he bled as much as I did the first time.

There were others, and people learned. They talked. The plotted, but no one cared enough to stop me. Then he came and there was training and there were teachers. It became a dance in and of itself and separated from the basic needs of survival it became a release. Grace and beauty under the brutality of the movement. Anyone can watch a fencing match and see the beauty, but the grace in the movement of a smaller blade is often lost. Far too often it is used for only one thing, though there are some who can see the beauty in the patterns it can trace on skin as it slices it away. Precision in the cuts. A twist of the wrist. The sure knowledge that the thin blade has done damage no surgeon can repair, slicing a triangle in the heart that can't be stitched closed.

A beautiful instrument ornamented, decorative and deceptively harmless looking, but it delivers death, swift and sure. It's always with me, and there will be none who take what I'm not willing to give ever again.

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[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think I do.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

I wonder then, where this practice should begin. Since we are both so commited.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Well, that would depend on whether we're seeking to ease back in or wish to challenge ourselves.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

Are you suggesting I need to be eased?

I like a challange.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

I would never suggest you need to be eased...

Then I'd say the most challenging room in the house is the practice room.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

*I'm here then. Where are you?*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She chuckled softly from the doorway behind him.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"You are then, then, it would seem."

He grinned.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"So it would seem," she echoed, grinning back.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He pulled two fighting sticks from behind his back, tossing the first to her.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She looked at it dubiously. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind..."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

The smile continuied.

"Then you need to mind it, differently."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She gave him a pout, but swung the stick up into ready position.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He immediately attacked, his body following the blow in where their two sticks connected. He was close enough he could feel the heat from her body, and he managed to stroke Surreal's knuckles before pulling away again.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She scowled at him, nevermind the touch, and attacked quickly.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"You look displeased."

He met her blow.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She struck again. "You pulled out Lucivar's toys.."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He fell back at her outlash, before spinning in a move that belonged better on the dancefloor. He lifted the stick over their heads, one hand on each end, briefly leaving himself fully exposed to her attack. Then he brought it's line down behind her back, traping her against him.

He kissed her. Hard.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

That was more what she had in mind and she only half heartedly tried to get away as she returned the kiss.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He pulled her even closer with the slighest of pressure to her back.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She moaned, wriggling a bit more.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"Make me drop the stick," he challanged into her mouth

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She gave him a wicked grin and knocked the stick away with a blast from the Gray.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He had envisioned her hands being involved somehow.

And so, he may have actually pouted.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her hands slid under his shirt, backing him toward the wall.