enemies in reflection ; aspen & reece | blitz
Jun 22, 2021 18:51:14 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Jun 22, 2021 18:51:14 GMT -5
A S P E N
I check behind me as I march ahead, not entirely sure of where I'm going. Reece follows, expression still distant and shaken, but I try not to think too much of it. If it had been me in his place, stabbing my spear through the Le Roux girl's throat, I can't say with confidence I'd have willed my feet to start moving again. We'll call it progress. It's enough that he's trying.
More than anything else, I'm surprised by how beautiful the scenery is. Don't get me wrong, I know it's foolish to let my guard down, but I feel comfortable knowing my weapon is at the ready. "Doesn't this remind you of home? Or is that just me?" I realize, even with all the time I've had to get to know him, I'm unaware of where he grew up. I wonder how many of our childhood memories intersect, and if our paths would have ever crossed.
By our own choice, I mean.
Not by cruel circumstance.
"Oh, shit, look!" To be running into uncharted territory, I sound a little too excited. Still, in my opinion, stumbling across a fire pit warrants the reaction. "This is just like the one Dad made on our camping trips when I was a kid. Only... a lot bigger." Thinking with my head, not my gut, I don't rush to ignite the logs. Not really the time for roasting marshmallows. Instead, I lower myself on a nearby stump, nodding at the closest one.
"Okay, uh, just to get it out of the way: thank you." I lay my spear across my lap, still holding it with a firm grip and anxiously rolling it over my shorts. Back and forth. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I could have handled that princess, but... I'm glad I didn't have to. Really, that was cool of you." I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, starting to become nervous by the silence that hangs around us. He doesn't budge.
My cheeks redden, and I fidget.
"Well, don't talk my ear off. Heh."
More than anything else, I'm surprised by how beautiful the scenery is. Don't get me wrong, I know it's foolish to let my guard down, but I feel comfortable knowing my weapon is at the ready. "Doesn't this remind you of home? Or is that just me?" I realize, even with all the time I've had to get to know him, I'm unaware of where he grew up. I wonder how many of our childhood memories intersect, and if our paths would have ever crossed.
By our own choice, I mean.
Not by cruel circumstance.
"Oh, shit, look!" To be running into uncharted territory, I sound a little too excited. Still, in my opinion, stumbling across a fire pit warrants the reaction. "This is just like the one Dad made on our camping trips when I was a kid. Only... a lot bigger." Thinking with my head, not my gut, I don't rush to ignite the logs. Not really the time for roasting marshmallows. Instead, I lower myself on a nearby stump, nodding at the closest one.
"Okay, uh, just to get it out of the way: thank you." I lay my spear across my lap, still holding it with a firm grip and anxiously rolling it over my shorts. Back and forth. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I could have handled that princess, but... I'm glad I didn't have to. Really, that was cool of you." I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, starting to become nervous by the silence that hangs around us. He doesn't budge.
My cheeks redden, and I fidget.
"Well, don't talk my ear off. Heh."
