#thread. isolde

   ‘ sparr with... ? ‘ not that he hadn’t thought about that exact thing before,    but now ? tensions were high between them to begin with, since both didn’t    quite see eye-to-eye on most subjects. but, perhaps a little hand to hand    combat would put both of their minds at ease... and would allow some more    of tristan’s own frustrations to be let out. 

   ‘ alright. you’re on, ‘ he said, the fighter easing the tension in his shoulders    with a quick shift in his weight to one foot. this should be easy, right ? isolde    was only, what, one-hundred pounds when soaking wet ? he doubted the    alabaster navigator could even break a bone, let alone beat him in a fight.    not that he wouldn’t love to see him try. imagining the other covered in sweat,    panting and conceding defeat would be a big bonus. ‘ you wanna go right    now ? here ? ‘

   ‘ isolde -- ‘ he didn’t have enough time to respond before the elite promptly    falls onto his chest, which makes him instinctively wrap his arms around the    other protectively. he was... worse for wear this time, the bruises and beating    must’ve been too much this time. it still makes tristan’s blood boil, but he wasn’t    about to bring that up now. perhaps later percival would get a rude awakening.

   as gently as the larger man can, he supports most of isolde’s weight as he    takes him to the bed, keeping close to him due to his request. this wasn’t the    time to take note of how beautiful he was and how light he felt in his arms.    or, perhaps of how much of a compliment this must be for isolde to see him    in his time of need. 

   ‘ i’m not going anywhere... don’t worry. ‘