[Set in
greypicketfence. Sam is
likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Sam/Abby future fic with the prompt “sword.”]
“You’re rusty.”
Sam jumped back to miss the swipe of the blade, before giving her a bit of a look. She was teasing, and he knew it, but she also knew that that didn’t mean he liked it any. “Sorry. We don’t exactly have
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