*rubs my little hands like a fly* 44 and either x'rhun tia/wol or urianger/wol perhaps? because I need to see patient men running out of it ♥
44. “in other circumstances, i would have more patience.”
"Again," X'rhun demands and the Warrior pushes herself off of the ground, gritting her teeth.
She is drenched in sweat, the hilt of her rapier near slipping from her grasp as she lunges at him only to be swatted aside with ease. X'rhun towers over her, lips twisted in disappointment.
"Again."
"Again."
"Again."
The humiliation burns hotter with every failed attempt, coupled with a frustration that sees her forgo form entirely until she is little more than a wild animal, throwing herself at her teacher with nothing but teeth, nails and bursts of pure aether.
"What do you want," she wails eventually, sprawled on the ground.
Meanwhile, X'rhun barely has a single hair out of place -- he looks more like he's been taking a leisurely stroll on the beach than sparred for hours. It isn't fair.
"In other circumstances, I would have more patience with you -- but not now, not while war is at hand. What I want?"
He hunches down, using the flat of his blade to tip her chin up. Twelve, his eyes burn.
"I want you to take this serious. I want you to stop acting like a child and commit to the training you begged me for."
She swallows hard, feeling the steel scrape against the soft of her throat. X'rhun doesn't push but he also doesn't let up -- she's stuck in the intensity of his gaze, squeezing her legs together and wincing as his eyes flick down.
He is too damnably perceptive. Of course it isn't about what he wants, really -- it's about what she wants, and denies herself.
She'd beg for a good many things, right now.
"Again."
The pressure lets up and she tries not to feel too disappointed about it as she stumbles to her feet.
Again.
