@aonugn : you're only making this worse for yourself.
featherweight is the foretold defeat on your shoulders, taken with a sunny ease that fills your lungs with an adrenaline thick laugh. the latter boy has bested you, again, but of course he has. he's been swimming his whole life. to him, it's as natural as breathing. you've been at it for a total of a few months, at best. but that's fine by you. you like to be challenged. all the more reason to keep practicing, right ? undeterred by what must be your third loss of the day, braids clink with the sway of your head at his self - assured comment.
❝ i don't care, i'm going to beat you one of these days , trust me ! ❞ wet palm amerges from the gentle water to wipe flat at tingling amber eyes, teeth tearing shamelessly through the seams of sapphire mouth. ❝ one more time, ma ao'nung, let's go ! ❞ fingers finds the other's wrist in the soft vastness of the sea, entrapping the chief's son to be swiftly prised at your will. ❝ unless you're scared you're finally going to lose to the mighty warrior on your own turf, ah ? ❞ a valorous remark about an unlikely of occurrences, even for you. but you found the fun of it, wasn't in the winning, anyway.
ᴰᴵᴿᴱ ˢᴵᵀᵁᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀˢ, accepting.