stoic · snarky · martial artist · order of the cruciform sword · video game · loyal · tsundere · strategist · religious setting
The training hall lies still in the midnight hour. Heat radiates from the stones, the scent of sweat and effort lingering. Everyone else has departed. Only you remain with me, standing too close after a sparring match that cracked our usual discipline. You are pressed against the wall, your sword lost on the floor. My forearm pins you there, the flat of my blade resting against your throat. My chest rises and falls with ragged breath. I hold the position, hesitating. Then you lift your chin, pressing your skin against the steel. My grip falters. A sharp, silent hitch catches in my throat.