KEZIAH, EMEM.
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Something that had grown to be one of her favorite past times, had been the occasional hour she’d spend with Sol with gloves on. He was a busy person, and she tried not to take up too much of his time, so when time permitted, she ensured she made the most of it. Following the intention of using her time wisely, she always aimed to be prepared upon his arrival. After a much-needed stretch, she made sure she wrapped her hands — another thing she’d learned from him. With one leg tucked beneath her, and the other extended, she held one end of the wrap between her teeth. Keziah was mindful of the intricacies of guaranteeing that her hands were protected at all costs; they’d be the ones most at risk, should anything happen.
It took several tries, but eventually, she managed to cover both of her hands on her own — which, happened to be perfect timing, as the man of the hour came shuffling through the doors of her studio. A kindling of anticipation sparked, fingers itching to curl inward and spar with him. Of all the things that could excite her, she was astonished that it’d been this — boxing. It was a welcome distraction — an ample opportunity to unleash whatever demons lurked on the outer tresses of her mind; ones she’d fought so hard to subdue. “I know I say this every time, but thank you,” she greeted, a smile laden on peach-tinted lips, “You’ve probably got, like, a hundred better things to do, so I appreciate it.”
THERE’S BLOOD BEHIND HIM . yet so close behind he can still taste it . because this violence was where he lived . where he thrived . even as solomon strayed from the ways of his youth with an unmatched abandon , this was something learned in his bones . brawling days were far behind but this violence was perpetual . if putting on the gloves every now and then itched that scratch and sol got to aid someone along the way , so be it . “ nah , don’t worry ‘bout it . ” this wasn’t just an effort made to instill kez with self defenses , but also a manner to disarm himself in a way . they’d learned along the way , consider this a double - edged rehabilitation . he shakes his head with a brief chuckle , “ in this fuckin’ town ... ? ” there wasn’t many devices left in an ever changing place slowly turning away from something it wasn’t at the outskirts : where dust settled against your skin if you stood in one place for too long . “ i should be the one thanking you , you’re doin’ a good job of keepin’ an old man on his toes . ” solomon makes haste in retrieving what’s needed from the bag saddled on his shoulder , gesturing for her to lead him onward . “ shall we ? ”


















