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–or as normal as can be when one’s betrothed is a man from an entirely different world, his skill growing gradually in the use of dragon magick and physical conditioning–
but today, Fratley comes to watch their daily session, rain pouring through the skylight as dragon knight and pupil cross blades once more.
“RRGH!”He leaps above her sweep, blocks her counter kick, speed adapted, reflexes honed. Iron-Tale almost cannot believe it, watching this human face her…
She is still as precise, ruthless in her onslaught, tiring herself just trying to land a hit. It is both her greatest strength,
and worst weakness.
The spar comes at a standstill, his dulled blade at her jugular just as her spearhead stops inches from the heart of his drenched chest.
Then grows that softness in her eye she had once directed to him…
Fratley snorts, betraying his presence to the pair when his lean form glimpses in the clouded sunlight.
“Impressive.” He sees the tension build, her glowing eyes quick to hide under her fringe with a respectful (and discomforted) bow as the man– her humanbetrothed– suddenly steps forward, hands tightened to his dull weapon. “Be at ease. I have not come to spar. I have come to deliver news to Lady Freya.” Iridescent grays grow cold, staring into the man’s fierce azure. “In private.”
"What’s the big idea? Everyone thinks they can just go off on their own and leave me with nothing to do? Seriously.” His obviously irritated grumbles seem to echo off the nearby wall, definitely loud enough for any passerby to hear, “…This totally bites, man.”
Rrgh. I dunno. Could we just sand down all of the sharp corners? Would that be possible - fitzsimmons, please ? :)
“The sharp corners?” Simmons asked, hand resting on her large belly. “You mean to say that you plan on sanding down every single sharp corner in the base? No, Fitz,” she sighed. “And don’t even think of suggesting padding the place.”
“You’re the one who said we needed to baby proof,” Fitz muttered, climbing into bed.
“We have to be prepared!” Simmons snapped. “It’s dangerous as it is… a baby on a secret base. Honestly, this is hardly rational. Really, we should know better. Weapons, constant enemies. Our poor daughter could get seriously hurt. And don’t you dare bring up the extra babysitters argument again.” She took a deep breath. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.
Fitz was more than happy to postpone the conversation.