Oh, fly over me, evil angel; Why can't I breathe, evil angel?
As soon as the lesson began, Atreyu sat and listened, her attention rapt and unyielding on Alaric and his words. "The point of our battle was not to kill one another, which is why I held back. You didn't seem intent on killing me, so I didn't want to kill you." It was simple, but she understood his message. "I won't hold back when my life or the lives of my loved ones depend on it." She nodded, looking over to Bigs to see how his training was going. Then her attention returned to Alaric, those holographic silver-to-lavender eyes locked to his. Turning down the intensity of her gaze with a grin, Atreyu asked, "How many battles have you been in?" Judging by his scars, a fair few of them.
Word count: 130 words. "Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'
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ART BY BRIENASKYSONG
Atreyu can be rated M for mature, not always, but expect it to pop up. Her companion, Bigs, is assumed to be with her unless otherwise mentioned. As her betrothed, Azriel is allowed in any of her threads, regardless of tag or label.
