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Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Timeframe : 1253
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover, he'd already left with the other
_____- Sara Bareilles “Between the Lines”
The sparring ring seemed as good a place as any to corner Ski. “Will you please tell me just what is eating at you already?” said Ilya as she picked a wooden blade from the rack.
Ski raised one blonde brow before scanning the weapons to choose one of her own. “Why would something be amiss with me?” She pulled a sword from its slot, tossed it up in the air and caught it with a casual snap of her wrist.
”Oh please,” said Ilya as they stalked into the ring. “If you were any more tense I should expect you would start setting things on fire as well.”
“I am not-” Ski eyed the white knuckled grip she had on her sword and shut her mouth.
The two started slowly to circle, weapons poised.
“It’s Lyssa, isn’t it?” said Ilya. She made the first strike, which Ski easily deflected. “I can imagine it must be stressful having your sister under your command.“ Ski countered and Ilya danced out of the way. “Especially given the way Lyssa carries herself, charging into fights, drinking half the night.” Their blades clacked together as Ilya advanced again. “I swear she spends more time than anything simply ogling Rune. Why, anytime you are in the room with the two of them- But of course! That’s it! Your sister is trying to take your man, and you-”
“My what?”
Just about to swing again, Ilya faultered. Her blade leveled before her, Ski held her with a dark look.
“Spare me,” said Ilya, recovering her step. “Everyone knows you have…had feelings for Rune.”
Ski smacked her blade aside with a force that sent her staggering backward. “Everyone knows I have more sense than to have feelings for anyone.”
“Of course.” Ilya frowned at her smarting hand. “I had forgotten that you were above such things.”
There was a fire in Ski now, and she advanced with another blow and another. “If Lyssa wishes to throw herself at yet another man, that is certainly nothing new for me,“ she said, driving Ilya back. “And if Rune is fool enough to fall for such a display, I suppose that is his own problem.”
“Yes, clearly it bothers you not in the least.”
“Clearly.”
Ilya’s foot fell out of the circle, and she sighed. “You win,” she said. “The match, anyway.”
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1253
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover, he'd already left with the other
_____- Sara Bareilles “Between the Lines”
The sparring ring seemed as good a place as any to corner Ski. “Will you please tell me just what is eating at you already?” said Ilya as she picked a wooden blade from the rack.
Ski raised one blonde brow before scanning the weapons to choose one of her own. “Why would something be amiss with me?” She pulled a sword from its slot, tossed it up in the air and caught it with a casual snap of her wrist.
”Oh please,” said Ilya as they stalked into the ring. “If you were any more tense I should expect you would start setting things on fire as well.”
“I am not-” Ski eyed the white knuckled grip she had on her sword and shut her mouth.
The two started slowly to circle, weapons poised.
“It’s Lyssa, isn’t it?” said Ilya. She made the first strike, which Ski easily deflected. “I can imagine it must be stressful having your sister under your command.“ Ski countered and Ilya danced out of the way. “Especially given the way Lyssa carries herself, charging into fights, drinking half the night.” Their blades clacked together as Ilya advanced again. “I swear she spends more time than anything simply ogling Rune. Why, anytime you are in the room with the two of them- But of course! That’s it! Your sister is trying to take your man, and you-”
“My what?”
Just about to swing again, Ilya faultered. Her blade leveled before her, Ski held her with a dark look.
“Spare me,” said Ilya, recovering her step. “Everyone knows you have…had feelings for Rune.”
Ski smacked her blade aside with a force that sent her staggering backward. “Everyone knows I have more sense than to have feelings for anyone.”
“Of course.” Ilya frowned at her smarting hand. “I had forgotten that you were above such things.”
There was a fire in Ski now, and she advanced with another blow and another. “If Lyssa wishes to throw herself at yet another man, that is certainly nothing new for me,“ she said, driving Ilya back. “And if Rune is fool enough to fall for such a display, I suppose that is his own problem.”
“Yes, clearly it bothers you not in the least.”
“Clearly.”
Ilya’s foot fell out of the circle, and she sighed. “You win,” she said. “The match, anyway.”