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A day of sulking was enough. More than, even. And be damned if he shirk his duties due to a bout of petulance. So, finally disgusted with himself enough to do something about it, Ethan hauled his backbone back into place and locked it, steeling what remained of his battered emotions.
He sported his own set of cuts and bruises and his limp was still clearly visible, but he refused to hunch or cower. He was a Spade, damnit, and a good one. It was high time to act like it. To his chagrin, he could almost hear Proctor snarling the same thing, followed by a clout alongside the head. Well, he'd just had his metaphorical bells rung, time to get his shit back together.
The end of the working day found him in front of his favorite target, almost negligently tossing practice blades at the battered wooden plank. The action was reflexive, allowing him to sort, catalog and evaluate things, take a good long introspective look within. Earlier this morning, he'd sent Grace a text message, very simply asking her to meet him after five if she wished. No hidden meanings, no blatant flirtation, just a short, straightforward request. If she obliged, he'd try to explain, as well as apologize. If not, he'd endure. Such was the Spade way, after all.
{{Posting just in the comm this time. :) Brackets or prose, either is fine. And location can be anywhere, either Spade Castle or out about the grounds somewhere, not picky.}}
He sported his own set of cuts and bruises and his limp was still clearly visible, but he refused to hunch or cower. He was a Spade, damnit, and a good one. It was high time to act like it. To his chagrin, he could almost hear Proctor snarling the same thing, followed by a clout alongside the head. Well, he'd just had his metaphorical bells rung, time to get his shit back together.
The end of the working day found him in front of his favorite target, almost negligently tossing practice blades at the battered wooden plank. The action was reflexive, allowing him to sort, catalog and evaluate things, take a good long introspective look within. Earlier this morning, he'd sent Grace a text message, very simply asking her to meet him after five if she wished. No hidden meanings, no blatant flirtation, just a short, straightforward request. If she obliged, he'd try to explain, as well as apologize. If not, he'd endure. Such was the Spade way, after all.
{{Posting just in the comm this time. :) Brackets or prose, either is fine. And location can be anywhere, either Spade Castle or out about the grounds somewhere, not picky.}}