@keepershearth notes: hi hello not me doing this ridiculously late lmao
cian had been hanging near the edge of the training grounds, pretending to stretch but mostly just watching, when he saw him. the new guy. hitting the training dummy like it was nothing. the dummy didn’t stand a chance, honestly, and the way he moved—it wasn’t like cian could put it into words, but it just… looked cool. really cool. solid, confident, strong. and there was that little flicker of fire dancing along the blade, like it belonged to him, which made cian’s stomach do that stupid little flip it always did when he was impressed.
he didn’t even think, really. he just walked over, boots crunching on the dirt, heart thumping, and tried to sound casual, which was an absolute fail.
“hey,” he started. “uh—hi. i… i just… wow. i saw you with the dummy. with the sword. you’re—well, you’re… impressive. like, really. the way you hit it, and the… uh, fire thing… it just looks… i dunno… amazing. most people just, uh, swing and hope it works, right? but you—you… oh, crap, i’m rambling.”
he ran a hand through his hair, grinning sheepishly. of course he was rambling. always. “i just… yeah. it’s cool. really cool. and uh—if you ever want someone to spar with, i mean, i’d be happy to. or, y’know, not get in your way. i just… yeah. wow.” cian realized he was probably blushing, of course he was, but he didn’t care. he just wanted him to know someone noticed. someone thought he was, well… wow. “oh, uh, i'm cian. hope you're enjoyin' your stay.” why could he never leave a good first impression on anybody?














