Loosing grip (past) --*
The days go by painfully slow for his liking, but he goes through with it on autopilot, like he always has for weeks now. Everything just felt too dull, looked too plain, and it does nothing to give him the motivation he had lost when he had heard of the news of his father's passing. He feels like a puppet, the strings attached to his limbs severed and is stuck in a knot, forcing him to move on his own or he would rot, alone and forgotten. He feels lost, sometimes stuck with no way out. These days he feels both.
Kyungsoo shakes the negative thoughts off of his mind and continues to stare at the weapon resting on the table in front of him. He had lost track of how long he had been staring, willing his mind to work but it refused to do so. The sigh he lets out after is long and tired, but it's the only thing he could do as he finally decides to finally grab the weapon and continue with his training. He's done all the chores anyway so there's nothing to do at home for him, and his mother not seeing him mope inside the house would be good for her sanity.
There was a short moment in his life when even the thought of practising makes him want to curl into a ball and stay like that until he feels ready enough to face the next sunrise. He owes it to Bora, really, his wonderful sparring partner who had found a way to whisk him out of his bubble of missery and got his limbs moving again. His skills are still as sharp as ever even after weeks of neglect, each target aimed and fired at, but the lack of drive and enthusiasm shows in how many arrows he shoots and how many times he lets his sword get thrown off. It's probably she's ahuffing and groaning at him everytime, but right now the clanking of metal and the thud of an arrow to a wooden board is just something that helps him clear his mind.
Kyungsoo keeps to himself when he gets there, playing with the bow in his hand to keep himself busy. He watches the other trainees practice with a blank face, each cut and swing of their weapon tugging at his heart with a longing he couldn't quite place.
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