#glorywon

Name: Skells. Where are you from? Portugal. Favorite Color? Grey. Light grey specifically. Favorite Number? 2, 5. Favorite band/artists? Florence + the Machine Write something in all caps: AND IF I KILL HIM, HE HAD IT COMING. MAN! (cue: Ella Fitzgerald’s voice and me with heart eyes)

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you want a hug? send a thing: 6--from behind

Feyn rubbed at his neck as he came down the steps from the ramparts to find a warm drink and a place to sleep. It was cold out, and it looked like it was only going to get colder. Thick snow clouds block the moon from view, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they woke up to fresh snow on the ground.

Reminding himself to start making more blankets and to start on scarves, Feyn nearly passed the Inquisitor in the courtyard. He was standing there, looking a little somber, perhaps lost in his thoughts. And more than likely, ignorant of the cold.

    It is with haste & power that he stands from the ground, brushing off     the front of his pants with gloved hands. The practice sword and shield     are quick to be collected & gripped in tight fingers. Armel’s brow furrows..

     “ Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. ”

     And then he lunges.

The practice sword is foreign in her hand, different from the well-known weight of Vigilance to which she is accustomed. Still, the difference does not deter her in the slightest. A mage should not, by all accounts, partake in swordplay training, yet she had ever striven to break the norm.

Nimble feet turn on the spot and she brings her sword up in a parry. The force of the hit makes the weapon vibrate in her hands and pushes her a few steps back. A tired smile twists her features, but her tone is mocking as she answers.