"Whoops!" [xcrossedroads; Sigurd → Levin]
11. trip your muse
An exhausting war meeting was exactly that - an exhausting war meeting. Levin had found it best that he avoided this kind of discussion for a while, and he took the time to rest his mind without need of complicated conversation. After a short time, he settled on training himself further in staves, as all things considered, the battles really were becoming more fierce these days. They needed all the healers they could get, and Levin had opted out of staff training for a while. Having run off from Silesia, he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to learn the basic things one in the Silesian army would have learned. He was a Silesian though, the crown prince no less, and it wasn’t as though he hated his home. As a Silesian capable of battle, he needed to learn staves properly.
That in mind, he made it a point to borrow Aideen’s Warp Staff. His familiarity with staves was mostly as far as healing wounds, and that just wouldn’t do. Not just because he was Silesian, but as long as the battles got worse and worse out there, the fact was he did have friends here now. Good people like this would be a shame to lose, and surely the use of the Warp Staff could easily save someone’s life at some point.
After getting the hang of transferring objects, he decided he needed to move on to people. All he needed to do was get the basics of this staff down to start with, but that alone was no good if that was all he could do and a battle required his help when Aideen wasn’t available for the usage of what was technically her staff. A bit of looking around and he was able to locate Sigurd, deciding someone closer to him was a better idea than suddenly asking someone who hardly spoke to him.
With a few words, they moved upon agreement to what Levin had at least believed to be a safe place to train using a staff like this on a person. There were a few successful attempts, though Levin had stuck to warping Sigurd in nearby areas for now. There would be a time when he had to warp people to different castles entirely, but if he couldn’t manage that yet, he didn’t want something to mess up and put his friend in danger.
He didn’t want something to mess up… but his thoughts were betrayed as Sigurd found himself just above a staircase, courtesy of Levin’s warping. The Silesian prince stared as Sigurd turned the wrong way and attempted to move forward too quickly to realize where he was standing, eyes wide as the taller male stumbled down what was thankfully a relatively short staircase. There was a thud as he reached the bottom, a loud groan following it before Levin slowly edged his way over and poked his head over to see the result. As much as that was entirely an accident, proving he still had work to do in this field, the sight wasn’t met with silence.
“Okay, I swear that was an accident, but I didn’t think you could make my day so easily!” For being a royal, he certainly looked like a disaster at the bottom of the stairs. Nothing befitting royalty at all, but every bit befitting of Sigurd. His laughter only increased as Sigurd attempted to pull himself up, head banging against the wall as he had not yet realized how close to the wall he had fallen and returning to his knee with his head in one hand. “If anyone else saw the way you stumbled just now though… Man, you look so heroic on the battlefield, but you ain’t got much to say for yourself outside of it!”
A string of mutters unheard clearly to Levin through his laughing was Sigurd’s response. “Damn, you make it a good thing I learned staves. Someone’s gonna need patching up in a minute.” Hopping down the stairs, he held out a hand to the Chalphy, Sigurd haphazardly attempting to grab on to it without falling back from his lack of balance. “Okay, but man, that was totally both our faults. You gotta look where you’re goin’.”
“Gah. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with something like this! I’m putting my life at risk in your hands!” Sigurd protested, slowly getting himself back onto his feet properly.
“Well, I’m sure you won’t die. As in, I’m sure I won’t accidentally warp you directly onto a sharp object that will impale you. Hopefully.”
“I’m inclined to feel more afraid of you than my own enemies!”
“You’re on the right track, my friend!”
He would be laughing about this in a silent room with no context later. Sigurd’s presence would be enough context, and they did have things to do later… Sigurd, it was inevitable.