Felix stop paying attention to your sword. Iām right Here
āāāā at this rate he may well become desensitized to her presenceĀ which carries with it a DANGEROUS NOTEĀ / considering his constant state of hyper vigilance and paranoia / but sheĀ is no threat to him beyond being a distraction and a hindrance to his day to day life ( rather judgmental, no? when surely, surely, any and all could be a threatĀ for all that HE SEEMS HER NOT TO BEĀ / a simple cruelty. ) but sheās back. and back. and back again, intent on either watching him or impeding his training by simply PLACING HER PRESENCE IN PROXIMITYĀ and it makes his skin crawl. this attention. this woman. this infuriating woman.
ignoring her only goes so far considering how stubborn she isĀ / against how stubborn he isĀ / yet itās often his impatience with her persistence that gives way, and isnāt that all the more frustrating?
but yes. heās ignoring herĀ / or attempting to / but thereās a listless energy to him with the lack of sparring partners or anything TRULY STIMULATINGĀ beyond the blade and the method and the steadiness of his breathing and the clarity of his mind. though that clarity is beginning to get muddied by herĀ and her watching eyes and her INFURIATING TENACITYĀ which, under most other circumstances, would earn her an iota of respect from himĀ for sheer willpower alone. alas, sheās chosen to bother HIM of all people.
and thus : his irritation. how repetitive.
sheās saying something and something and somethingĀ and,Ā āĀ āāāā felix, you really shouldĀ look at someone when theyāre talking to you, i know you can hear me,Ā āĀ and perhaps itās her tone ( almost musical and liltingĀ in a way that would often be pleasing to the ear if it didnāt grate on his nerves quite so terribly ) that he despises so heavily. beyond her constant presence and strange fixation with him, of course. ugh.
when he turns there is CLEAR FRUSTRATIONĀ on his face / as is to be expected / the steadiness of his training giving way to something far more base and uncontrolled / and his thoughts shift. a decision is made / as he sheathes the blade that he was using and stalks past her to the wall just beyond where his training bag laysĀ and he pulls from it his bow and quiver and false clay doves.
āĀ stop harpingĀ and make yourself useful,Ā āĀ thereās a tightness to his voice as he throws the bag in her general direction as he passes her, again, not even bothering to check if she caught the bag before it crashed to the ground. his targets for practice BREAKINGĀ would be a surefire way to incense him further, of course, but he finds himself so keyed upĀ that he simply wants to GET THIS OVER WITHĀ so perhaps, perhaps, sheāll leave him alone.
he doesnāt spare her even a brief glanceĀ as he crosses to the outdoor area of the training yard / fully expecting her to come alongĀ regardless of her wishes or wants or whatever it is sheās doing with him. and he : nocks an arrow and pulls back the bowstring and then, finally / finally sends her a sidelong glance.
āĀ āāāā well?Ā ā
@opratic // felix pls be nice to her sheās hot