Soo...I wrote a FF about Lance but in Eldarya The Origins.
Erika thinks the guard is going to betray her und then she asks Lance if he could teach her to fight.
English is not my first language but I tried 😅
Lance - your weapon
The next few days were marked by painful muscle strains and injuries. Not because Lance had hurt me, but because I got myself into several messes through my own stupidity.
I cracked my knuckles and circled my wrists as I lunged for the next punch to nowhere. I was completely out of breath.
Lance had leaned against the table and was eyeing me with relish. He ran his chin thoughtfully and when our eyes met, he stepped closer.
"I need a gun," I suggested. "A knife, a sword...just a weapon!"
Lance shook his head and took my wrists. He also circled them slowly until a minimal crack sounded. Gratefully, I nodded to him.
"I can make you into a weapon," he replied.
"You can see what a bad fighter I am."
"Maybe close combat isn't your talent." He bridged the last few inches between us. Gently, he put his fingers to my chin and lifted it, making me look at him. His ice-blue eyes sparkled.
"Maybe you have other talents." he added in a whisper, stroking my cheek with his fingers.
He narrowed his eyes as if trying to read my mind. "Maybe you're afraid."
"Afraid of what?", I asked, shocked by my own voice. It was scratchy, raspy, and it felt like Lance was taking my breath away.
He raised his eyebrows skeptically. Then his lips, which I would have loved to kiss, formed into a fine grin. Maliciously, his eyes narrowed to slits, while the provocative smile on his face did not disappear.
"From becoming like me." he whispered, pulling me to him. "To a monster.", he breathed on my skin.
"You're not a monster."
I've said that sentence way too many times and I was tired of him still not understanding it.
Lance was not the hero in this story. On the contrary. Maybe he was the enemy, but he was not a monster. There's just one difference between the hero and the evil: the hero would sacrifice his love for the world. The evil one, on the other hand...he would sacrifice the world for his love.
I felt his breath on my skin and his grip around my waist tightened.
"That doesn't change your fear."
Under his touch, I felt hot and cold at the same time. Perhaps he was making use of his magic, for I could swear that his fingertips - though he wore his gloves - were cold as ice. The same coldness was reflected in his eyes.
A hoarse cry escaped me, which Lance intercepted with a kiss. Provocatively, his fingers ran over my naked back and he pulled my hair back a little so that my neck was completely exposed. Playfully, his tongue ran over the warm skin.
"You're getting distracted again," he murmured from between my breasts.
"You're not making it easy for me either," I replied, burying my hands in his hair to pull him up.
"Who said my training was going to be easy?"
I held his gaze, running my hands over his body and stroking my fingers over the black armor that separated us.
Teasingly, I wandered further down and Lance grabbed my shoulders, probably wanting to stop me. But this was my game.
"I accept your offer," I said, rising to run my tongue over his neck.
"Make me your weapon."
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