[ Years of strict discipline has just barely managed to keep him from taking an instinctive step back—not so much out of repulsion as it is fear of his own attraction toward the man. It’s inconvenient at best and…and…. ]
I’m fine.
[ Said a little too hastily. ]
My sword arm hasn’t been as steady from the lack of training. That’s all.
[ He’s finally conscious of just how tense and firm his grip on that practice sword is, and he forces himself to ease up on his grip, revealing the pointed tip of a spade tattoo placed over his wrist, its color inky black.
He still hasn’t indulged since the moment he got here. ]
no subject
I’m fine.
[ Said a little too hastily. ]
My sword arm hasn’t been as steady from the lack of training. That’s all.
[ He’s finally conscious of just how tense and firm his grip on that practice sword is, and he forces himself to ease up on his grip, revealing the pointed tip of a spade tattoo placed over his wrist, its color inky black.
He still hasn’t indulged since the moment he got here. ]