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Severe flipped his sword around in his right hand, the muscles still weakened from the broken knuckles he had suffered a couple days ago. With a grunt he swung at the dummy in front of him, the clash of other swords echoed in the courtyard below him. Since Sev couldnât use the guardsman courtyard yet, he had âborrowedâ one of the unused dummyâs from the storage and set it up on the far end of one of the walls of Kakariko. For the most part, no one came up here except for Rory. Sev huffed as he mock-dodged an imaginary sword swing.Â
Rory.
Ever since that day when Sev had fallen asleep on his lap he had felt...exceptationally odd around the man. He had practically been delirious when Rory had come over that morning. Sick on lack of sleep and nightmares. And boredom. When Sev woke up, low and behold Rory had still been there. Snoozing a bit himself. Sev remembered he had muttered something about Rory taking up most of the bed. Even though the man was just laying on the very end, his feet still on the floor in a sitting position. Sev had then shifted away from him in an attempt to look aloof about the situation even though his cheeks had been busting red.
Sev had always been touchy, but this was different. Before, he had been touchy for one reason. To feel skin and touches that made him feel alive. This though...whenever he hugged Rory he felt as if it was a totally different reason.Â
He swung his sword in an uppercut. The dummyâs arm suddenly sliced off and Sev backed off, breathing a little harder than normal. He was getting out of shape...working at the inn and getting hurt had not helped the shadow stay on top of his sword skills.Â











