ghost to you, ghost to me [ love x julian ]
Jun 8, 2021 20:44:24 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 8, 2021 20:44:24 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
L O V E
The first day of the training center is just like he'd expected it, filled with pounding heartbeats and swinging swords and grunts of disapproval from those in white. He floats, aimlessly and carefree, in the water of the aquatic environment conditioning tank, letting the sounds curl and carve themselves into his hearing.
He can practically hear his Father's words in between the heartbeats, in between the soft crashing of water as it rises and falls under his weight.
A sharp breathe in, cool air piercing his lungs as he forces himself down underneath the water, watery hands clasped over the sounds he'd just listened to and turning them into little more than muffles. Muscles tense before relaxing, heart hammers before it slows, and at the end of it all he is left floating in the water, hardened lungs long since used to the deprivation after years and years of training. It's only when his mind is fully sharp, fully focused that he finally opens his eyes, lets them hone in and focus through the glass and onto the figures and forms that exist beyond it.
A boy misses the target in front of him, knife bouncing against the metal wall behind it before falling to the ground below.
A trainer presses fingertips against the shoulders of a girl whose hands shake against the pressure of a drawn bow, hopelessly adjusting her stance as if it will save her.
A career digs and drives his sword into a training dummy, its limbs left hanging by little less than a thread by the time he pulls his sword away.
And
There he is.
Love's eyes focus in on the form of a boy whose legacy drags dead along behind him, plastered with faux gold and the dull fangs of a lion. Julian Le Roux, a golden child lost amongst golden children, lost amongst his last name. His Father had always told him that if you couldn't live up to the name you carried, you'd simply drown in it.
As he watches Julian walk, false confidence in every step, he decides those words were spot on.
It's only when his path begins to cross in front of the tank that Love's feet press against the bottom of the glass, legs bent before pushing up and bringing himself gracefully to the surface. The sounds meet his ears once again, a chorus to the soft breaths that slip from his lips as his fingers grasp the edge of the tank, arms crossed and upper body resting against the side of the tank.
"Hey, Le Roux!" He says, blue eyes trained on the boy from One. "How's the trainin' going?"
Sweet words slip from his lips and sit between them as Love plasters a smile to his face, feet swaying softly in the water. "Water's warm, if you're in the mood for a swim." He says, punctuating it with a wink.