I've come for my revenge and also chose multiple words >:D up to you if its one story or multiple~ (and I don't mind if its nameless people, new OCs or anything! you don't have to pander lol)
silent fury
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soak
SORRY THIS TOOK YEARS
in some kind of future where they're probably not together but definitely are.
xeni is getting out of shape :/
ENJOY
It has rained all night, heavy drops smattering against the the canvas roof of their wagon, loud enough for none of them to get any proper sleep. It's not the end of the world, the mules could do with another day of rest and they've got enough provisions to last them a week if necessary.
It's just boring, even when the rain stops there's not much to do than walk around the little clearing and keep an eye on the grazing beasts.
Xeni is doing so with her back resting against one of the wagon's wheels and soaks up up the first rays of sunlight, making stiff limbs soften after a restless night on the uncomfortable wood floor.
She never notices her eyelids close as she drifts off into a half-dreaming state, at least not until a something hitting her feet startles her awake.
"I'm bored."
Through one open eye, she sees Aradin's silhouette where the sun is supposed to warm her.
"I'm resting." Xeni closes her eyes again. "Go bother someone else."
"Ain't nobody else 'round 'ere." He kicks her boot, not with a lot of force but just enough to be really annoying. "Spar with me."
"No."
"C'mon." Another kick to her boot, she pulls her legs up to her chest.
"You always lose."
"That's 'cause I let ya win."
Despite herself, Xeni laughs at the remark, and when she peeks her eyes open once more, he's grinning from ear to ear, knowing full well he's pushed the right buttons to have her accept the challenge.
"Fine," she drawls, holding her hand out. "Help me up."
Cool and calloused fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her up from the ground way more force than necessary, side-stepping her and sending her stumbling out into the uneven grass of the clearing.
"Bastard," she mutters.
Once her balance is regained, she turns around to face Aradin. She does so just in time to catch the quarterstaff he throws her way. It's not her weapon of choice, but if she got something with a pointy end she's quite certain she'd ram it through his thigh for throwing her around like that.
Across from her, Aradin's grin has turned into one of the shit-eating kind, making her grip the quarterstaff so hard her knuckles turn light grey.
He's armed himself with a greatclub, one without barbs at least. And she could consider it unfair that he's got hisweapon of choice, but Xeni's fought him enough times to know that as long as she goes low, hits him below his centre of gravity, she'll have him squirming on the ground within seconds.
He raises her eyebrows at her, an invite to strike first. So she does, charging towards him with a couple of quick steps, using the quarterstaff to block his blow as she goes low.
Her body never hits his, he side-steps her once more and this time she tumbles straight into the wagon, her horns catching on the canvas,
"Asshole," she pushes out through gritted teeth, yanking her horns out from where they got stuck, leaving two small holes that she'll have him mend once his stupid game is over.
"Ya never call me anythin' nice," he scolds with mock offence, pushing the tip of his greatclub between her shoulder blades.
"You never do anything to deserve nice," Xeni bites back.
She swings her staff behind her blindly, getting a satisfying thump and a couple of curses when it hits its intended target on his shin. The greatclub disappears from her back and she takes the opportunity to retreat away from the wagon and further into the clearing.
It's his turn to strike first this time, and he does so with full force. Blocking his strike with the staff sends a jolt of pain through her arms, down to her shoulders and spine.
And it keeps going like that, he easily steps away from every strike she does, and it takes all of her power to just keep her weapon in her hands as he counterattacks.
Xeni grits her teeth in silent fury, sweat running from her brows into her eyes. When the fuck did he get so strong? And when the fuck did she get so slow? She never even gets to chance to get close enough to hurt him just a little.
The last blow doesn't even come from his greatclub. No, he simply kicks her legs away from underneath her and she collapses into the wet grass, the night's rain soaking into her clothes.
Once more his silhouette covers the light, the same shit-eating grin in place and just a single drop of sweat on his forehead.
"Givin' up?"
"Fuck you."
"Bet ya'd love that."
Xeni glares at him, not seeing any point in getting off the ground, and promises herself to keep her legs crossed for at least a tenday. Perhaps a month if he doesn't stop grinning like that.
At least he has the courtesy to hold out a helping hand, a hand Xeni quickly yanks towards her, sending the man tumbling onto the damp ground. While a sting of curses no ears should fall victim to flows from his mouth, Xeni takes the opportunity to roll in the opposite direction.
She doesn't get far. An iron grip on her ankle makes her unable to move away, instead she prone on her stomach. A heavy body pressing her down into the grass. She can practically feel the grin on his face as his breath tickles the shell of her ear.
"Givin' up?"
And it's fucking unfair how her stomach flutters from the weight of him above her, and how he nuzzles his nose against her neck.
For now, and only for now, she surrenders.
