Finding Your Balance

Sirius · 05-07-2021, 07:19 PM

The very bones of the truth were this: If Sirius had been Art, and Art had smacked him, the Warlord would not have stayed on his paws. His anger was like a volcano close to eruption. Near to the surface, and once exposed…. He had great difficulty in reigning it back in again. Arts lose of control was new to him, and he was not letting it define him.

His determination showed in the creases around his nose. He was holding himself alert now, waiting for the next blow. “Breath out now, slowly. Feel the loosening of your muscles, feel the way your body decompresses with that exhale.” his lips twitched with a smile, knowing the jumpy boy would struggle with ‘relaxing’ he was putting Art to pressure, and seeing how he molded under it.

He walked another circle around Art, feeling the tension and edge the boy held. He abolished the boy for losing the exact rhythm of his breathing. “Count, breath in under the count of four. Hold it for a count of three, and exhale for a count of six” he ordered, giving another thing for the boy to juggle in his inner mind and distract him from Sirius, but to keep his focus on his breathing and his temper. He walked another circle, and then another. He paused, lingered, and then moved on again. Another circle. He loosened the stick in his mount, let it smack through the air near Art without hitting him. Close enough that Artorias would feel its passing. He did not touch the boy, and circled again. He let the stick wizz near him again, and then turned it around in the same motion, and smacked him on the opposite side of his head.

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Finding Your Balance

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Sirius