#suburgatories

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Suburbs that don't Suck - Streetcar Suburbs (Riverdale, Toronto)

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American Utopia

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@suburgatories  continued from here

“  Tired?”  brow  raised  in  question  at  the  half-hearted  excuse  that  were  given.  Granted,  he  knew  very  well  why  the  other  was  tired.  Bram  had  put  them  both  through  their  paces  the  night  before.  A  part  of  him  was  sure  to  be  understanding,  but  that  was  last  night.  This  morning  at  this  moment,  Samuel  was  just  like  everyone  else  on  the  field,  as  was  he.  “  So  do  you  think  your  enemy  that  is  about  to  strike  you  down  will  care  that  you  are  tired?”  he  posed,  lifting  a  finger  to  silence  the  other  before  he  could  give  a  response.  Arms  clasped  behind  his  back  as  his  eyes  drifted  toward  the  other  recruits.  

“We  are  all  tired.  It  isn’t  a  reason  for  slacking.  Isn’t  a  reason  for  becoming  distracted.  Because  when  a  fight  happens,  when  you  face  down  an  enemy  that  either  weld  a  sword  or  magic.  It,  not  just  you;  you  are  fighting  for  the  person  to  the  right  and  to  the  left  of  you.  For  the  person  behind  you,  for  our  Queen.”  his  gaze  drifted  back  towards  the  young  man.  He  told  him  it  would  be  hard,  that  he  wouldn’t  go  easy  on  him.  This  wasn’t  a  game.  Bram  was  a  solider,  a  warrior.  It’s  been  his  whole  life.  He  didn’t  want  this  position,  never  asked  for  it,  but  you  didn’t  exactly  tell  the  Queen  no.  And  he  would  be  damn  if  those  who  trained  under  him  were  the  reason  for  some  sort  of  failure  or  shortcoming  on  his  part.

  “You  said  it  was  a  mistake,  fine.  “  motioning  for  the  young  man  to  step  forward.  Bram  reaches  for  his  own  sword  minus  his  shield.  “  Show  me  what  you’ve  learned  today.”