Gideon whirls to meet her, and for a while they trade blows, neither of them really making any headway. Tally's unpolished, and she telegraphs like a motherfucker, and there's no real strength to her blows right now—they'll get to that, it's fine, speed and accuracy can come first—but she's fast enough and her freaky reflexes make her actually pretty fun to fight. It starts to feel more like an actual sparring match and less like a coaching session—a few more bouts like this and she'll even be ready to pick up her cute little pirate sword.
Now that she's not trying to think of wise and helpful shit to say, Gideon actually starts processing the fact that they're, like, having kissing. They've done kissing, she and Tally. Mouths have met. Spit has been swapped. She's had—and she knows this is shocking—her first ever kiss. She feels like she should be, like, telling people?? Not that this was the first babe she's kissed, her reputation would never recover, but that she's kissed this babe. Objectively an incredibly hot babe. And a blond, at that. Harrow would die of jealousy.
The thought makes her falter. Harrow would—
She forgets that she's not wielding her sword and that the practice blade has fuck-all weight to it, and one of Tally's swings that actually has some force behind it pushes past her block. The wood ricochets off her shoulder.
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Date: 2024-03-30 04:18 pm (UTC)Now that she's not trying to think of wise and helpful shit to say, Gideon actually starts processing the fact that they're, like, having kissing. They've done kissing, she and Tally. Mouths have met. Spit has been swapped. She's had—and she knows this is shocking—her first ever kiss. She feels like she should be, like, telling people?? Not that this was the first babe she's kissed, her reputation would never recover, but that she's kissed this babe. Objectively an incredibly hot babe. And a blond, at that. Harrow would die of jealousy.
The thought makes her falter. Harrow would—
She forgets that she's not wielding her sword and that the practice blade has fuck-all weight to it, and one of Tally's swings that actually has some force behind it pushes past her block. The wood ricochets off her shoulder.