#fjord.

“ damn fucking right i am. “ 

she laughs, all confidence, flexing and gripping one of her biceps to exaggerate it. 

in truth she hopes he doesn’t really believe it; it’ll be too much of a disappointment when she finally fucks up too hard to come back from. 

but jester’s diamonds are better saved for someone else. so, she figures, she better try and live up to fjord’s words. 

they’ve been fumbling for distractions for a while, but there’s only so much that can fill the space. especially as time stretches on and they both find themselves unwilling and unable to sleep. 

his request surprises her, her brows lifting. she almost just tells him to fuck off, that she doesn’t dance, but she realizes music and just moving would be a great way to take her mind off of yasha. 

and they’re both still too beat up and sore to spar. 

“ fine. but i’m leading. “