Drabble [Touch] Requiem
Sparks shot in all directions as the hammer collided with the orange steel.
Micheal felt his beast rise with sudden panic but with a swift grip over it, he held fast and did not flee the flame.
Another strike. Ripples up his arm and the sting of sparks over his skin trying to catch light.
He feels her hand on his arm as he works.
"It is a masterpiece," She whispers. "It is perfect."
Micheal leans back into her touch. Crashing the hammer down again. More sparks fly.
The new blade is nearly done.
"Oui. Soon it will be."
Micheal felt his beast rise with sudden panic but with a swift grip over it, he held fast and did not flee the flame.
Another strike. Ripples up his arm and the sting of sparks over his skin trying to catch light.
He feels her hand on his arm as he works.
"It is a masterpiece," She whispers. "It is perfect."
Micheal leans back into her touch. Crashing the hammer down again. More sparks fly.
The new blade is nearly done.
"Oui. Soon it will be."