☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼
and I see fire
blood in the breeze
Their dance cycled to an end, and she found herself with no more answers than she had when they started. She didn’t think that she’d come to the arena looking for them, though. What answers had she ever found in bruises and blood and broken bones? None worth the search, she thought. This fight felt like picking at a scab, or pinching yourself to try and alleviate the pain somewhere else by forcing some other part of yourself to bear it. It never worked, of course. The moment that you stopped pinching, it came flooding in again, fresh and burning.
As he jerked out of her grasp, she let him go easily, shifting back to put just a bit of space between them before his hooves could come down on her neck. She shifted, as best she could, so that the collared portion of her neck bore the brunt of the attack, though not the entirety; metallic clangs rang out as his assault connected with cold steel, interspaced by the dull thud of hoof against flesh. The scratches that the collar bore were, after all, not entirely accidental – Solterran steel was strong, and, though it didn’t cover much of her neck, it was enough to alleviate some of the damage. She felt bruises stretch out beneath her skin in a dull, throbbing pain. It was only ever sharp on the moment of impact.
She lurched back, then, before he could make another move. This dance was over. He wanted more, but she wouldn’t give it to him – not now, and not like this. He wanted to be hurt. She wondered if it was the guilt. She knew that guilt was a hungry, hungry animal, and she wondered if it urged him on, promised him that it would go away if he just hurt enough. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but, through that contemplation and curiosity, there was some sadness to Eik that she couldn’t quite place, some old pain that he still wore like a mantle. He was the only person in this gods-forsaken land that she trusted unconditionally, and she hadn’t even noticed the hurt until the attack seemed to lay it bare all over again. So much, then, for the perceptive queen - Seraphina wouldn’t hurt him any more than she had already. He didn’t deserve to be hurt, even if the hurt was nothing more substantial than bruises and scrapes.
None of them deserved to be hurt.
She stepped back, then, receding like waves during the tide. Her eyes lingered on his frame, hovering over the gash on his shoulder for what felt like a very long time before they settled on his eyes.
“We will get through this,” She said. Her voice wavered, but it was a promise.
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notes | aaaand concluding
and I see fire
blood in the breeze
Their dance cycled to an end, and she found herself with no more answers than she had when they started. She didn’t think that she’d come to the arena looking for them, though. What answers had she ever found in bruises and blood and broken bones? None worth the search, she thought. This fight felt like picking at a scab, or pinching yourself to try and alleviate the pain somewhere else by forcing some other part of yourself to bear it. It never worked, of course. The moment that you stopped pinching, it came flooding in again, fresh and burning.
As he jerked out of her grasp, she let him go easily, shifting back to put just a bit of space between them before his hooves could come down on her neck. She shifted, as best she could, so that the collared portion of her neck bore the brunt of the attack, though not the entirety; metallic clangs rang out as his assault connected with cold steel, interspaced by the dull thud of hoof against flesh. The scratches that the collar bore were, after all, not entirely accidental – Solterran steel was strong, and, though it didn’t cover much of her neck, it was enough to alleviate some of the damage. She felt bruises stretch out beneath her skin in a dull, throbbing pain. It was only ever sharp on the moment of impact.
She lurched back, then, before he could make another move. This dance was over. He wanted more, but she wouldn’t give it to him – not now, and not like this. He wanted to be hurt. She wondered if it was the guilt. She knew that guilt was a hungry, hungry animal, and she wondered if it urged him on, promised him that it would go away if he just hurt enough. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but, through that contemplation and curiosity, there was some sadness to Eik that she couldn’t quite place, some old pain that he still wore like a mantle. He was the only person in this gods-forsaken land that she trusted unconditionally, and she hadn’t even noticed the hurt until the attack seemed to lay it bare all over again. So much, then, for the perceptive queen - Seraphina wouldn’t hurt him any more than she had already. He didn’t deserve to be hurt, even if the hurt was nothing more substantial than bruises and scrapes.
None of them deserved to be hurt.
She stepped back, then, receding like waves during the tide. Her eyes lingered on his frame, hovering over the gash on his shoulder for what felt like a very long time before they settled on his eyes.
“We will get through this,” She said. Her voice wavered, but it was a promise.
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notes | aaaand concluding
Summary: Sera's grip on Eik is dislodged easily. She takes part of his attack, but positions herself in a way that allows her to block the brunt of it with her collar. She then decides that this isn't helping anything and backs off.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: n/a
Response Deadline: ??? I'm not sure if this concludes the spar or if you have another post, since Sera had the first move.
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I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
