songofzephyr:
Lenox was no stranger to guns by any means, considering the majority of the men in her life had been a part of the military at some point, and her father had kept a firearm in the house for as long as she could remember. By the time she was 10 she’d been drilled in proper gun safety and had even proven herself to be an okay shot the few times she’d been persuaded to go to the range with her brothers, but still, dread always set in whenever she saw a gun. Stunt training had done little to help with her aversion either. As it turns out, staring down the barrel of a gun filled with blanks, still felt the same as staring down the barrel of a gun with real bullets.
The only thing worse was actually getting shot, which had happened twice over the course of her life. But gun training was still a part of her training regimen set out by the higher ups. It didn’t matter to them that she was able to use her powers offensively. They still wanted her to log in her set number of hours a month, which was why she was stood in the training range, admiring Violet’s skill from afar. “I’d say I make it a point not to bother most people when they’re holding a gun. Bury your gays trope and all.”
“Good point” Violet struggled to contain the smile twitching the edges of her mouth. It wasn’t often anyone just stood and watched her train. Usually any time people spent in the training range was spent, well...training. She lined up to take another shot, bracing herself for the kickback. “Best not to tempt fate.”
She felt comfortable with her finger on the trigger. It was home to her, more familiar than her childhood home or her fathers laugh. The most consistent thing in her life was the power she could exert with a weapon in her hand. Control in it’s finest form. “Are you training today, or are you just going to sit there and watch me? If you want to train, I don’t mind helping you.”
