Monday, February 1st, 2010

[personal profile] bitchprince
It had been a week, and the scratches on his back were mostly down to scabs, so Arthur saw no reason not to get in some sword practice again. It hadn't kept him from securing some staffs as well, just in case Jaina was planning to show up.

It'd been a while since he'd been in a decent spar, after all, although the only reason he had suggested this one was because she had magic and hence wouldn't be hurt as easily.

Yes. That was... how he was going to justify thinking she was a capable warrior to himself.

Anyway. All rationalizations and other such thoughts were forgotten as he fell into his first drill, grinning by the time he'd finished it.

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[identity profile] make-the-shot.livejournal.com
Proto was hungry. That meant it was time to raid the common room for food!

At the moment he was sitting on couch surrounded by a couple of dozen boxes of assorted junk food. Twinkies, cereal (with marshmallows), crackers, cookies, more cereal (this time no marshmallows), cupcakes, oatmeal cream pies, and at least three or four things that were simultaneously unidentifiable and obviously past their expiration date.

What? The boy was hungry. And it's not like he knew how to cook.
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[personal profile] wwiii
One of these days, Warren was going to come up to the roof to do more than awkwardly stand there staring out over the island as the sun worked on setting. Really. In fact, tonight, 'more than awkwardly standing there' was essentially his whole reason for being up there.

Shocking, no?

This time, he didn't even bother to check to see if anyone else was on the roof with him. It was a free roof in a busy dormitory, he knew better by now. No, this time he was going to pull his coat off, lose the harness that was holding his wings in place, and then take a running leap off the edge before he could even have second thoughts and chicken out.

And, now that he was in the air, feathered wings flaring behind him and catching the breeze that he'd thrown himself into? He was going to laugh. It was the delirious, giddy laugh of a boy who had just rediscovered freedom. The sort of freedom that he'd only ever known those few times that he was in the air, with wind moving over his wings and nothing, not even gravity, tying him down unless he decided it was allowed to. It was still cold out, but that was fine. The chill made something as absolutely surreal as flying seem that much more real.

And, after a few laps around the dorms, it was possible that he was still completely giddy by the time he'd come to land again, too high on adrenaline to be thinking about the landing enough to flub it.

Today? Today was officially a good day.

[Open roof is open! A person could get addicted to typing about flying, omg.]

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