Written By Pietro
Nov. 2, 2016, 11:39 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Took Iovita round the training center last night. I was just planning on showing off my new kit, maybe handing her the smaller blade and letting her rough me up a little bit, but Serafine and Hammar were there and I forgot what I was doing.
She kept up with him for rounds, by the gods. If there is anything that woman can do it is take a hit. The way she moves, she is dynamism and everything alive. It's been months . . .
[Indecipherable scribble] [blacked out ink patches]
It's not been so long, a fleeting autumn, gone in a few heartbeats -- wasn't time slower when I was younger? I can't be getting old, I'm 26 -- but I feel like we've been circling each other forever, a few stolen moments here or there before something happens to make the timing just bloody ... inopportune. I can't say for sure whether I'm learning anything.
All right, the woman distracts me. Vincere accused me of it from the start. Fine, I admit it. You know me too well, brother. Too well.
But if I can't fight through a little distraction, I'm completely doomed. Just because her grin reminds me of her lips, her strike reminds me of her strength, her speed with those bloody knives reminds me of just how agile and wicked she is, and this line of thought ends now.
Took her to dinner last night anyway. Iovita was incredibly embarrassing because that is her role in life. Is there any creature in this world more annoying than a baby sister?
Vincere will read this and say that of course it is a baby brother. Shut up, Vincere.
She kept up with him for rounds, by the gods. If there is anything that woman can do it is take a hit. The way she moves, she is dynamism and everything alive. It's been months . . .
[Indecipherable scribble] [blacked out ink patches]
It's not been so long, a fleeting autumn, gone in a few heartbeats -- wasn't time slower when I was younger? I can't be getting old, I'm 26 -- but I feel like we've been circling each other forever, a few stolen moments here or there before something happens to make the timing just bloody ... inopportune. I can't say for sure whether I'm learning anything.
All right, the woman distracts me. Vincere accused me of it from the start. Fine, I admit it. You know me too well, brother. Too well.
But if I can't fight through a little distraction, I'm completely doomed. Just because her grin reminds me of her lips, her strike reminds me of her strength, her speed with those bloody knives reminds me of just how agile and wicked she is, and this line of thought ends now.
Took her to dinner last night anyway. Iovita was incredibly embarrassing because that is her role in life. Is there any creature in this world more annoying than a baby sister?
Vincere will read this and say that of course it is a baby brother. Shut up, Vincere.
Written By Iovita
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:58 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
*_*
oh no she's so pretty and she got her butt kicked so good and i don't know what to do.
oh no she's so pretty and she got her butt kicked so good and i don't know what to do.
Written By Pietro
Nov. 1, 2016, 12:13 a.m.(12/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Fought with Serafine again tonight. If anything, she made quicker work of me than last time. She says I'm reckless. If I had a silver piece for every time someone has told me that ...
But she also offered to teach me a thing or two. I'd be a fool to refuse. A different kind of fool than I made of myself tonight, anyway! I never thought I was unbeatable, but I never thought I'd go down that fast, afterwards! Did I puff about, the last time I won a fight? I hope not. Good gods.
On the plus side, Master Kenemir has finished my glorious new armor, so the next time I fight, I'll at least be kitted out like somebody who knows what he's doing! I look forward to leaping back into the ring at the earliest opportunity!
But she also offered to teach me a thing or two. I'd be a fool to refuse. A different kind of fool than I made of myself tonight, anyway! I never thought I was unbeatable, but I never thought I'd go down that fast, afterwards! Did I puff about, the last time I won a fight? I hope not. Good gods.
On the plus side, Master Kenemir has finished my glorious new armor, so the next time I fight, I'll at least be kitted out like somebody who knows what he's doing! I look forward to leaping back into the ring at the earliest opportunity!
Written By Pietro
Oct. 31, 2016, 11:45 a.m.(12/27/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
When I met her, she was naked to the waist, and she finished undressing in short order. Then we sparred, and she _wiped the bloody floor with me_ as none have in a long time. For a moment I was an untried boy again, flat on my back with an older, stronger fighter smirking down on me.
But the smirk was significantly more attractive, on her face as opposed to Lord Zaccheri's. And she is as forthright by every word and deed as she was naked when I walked in.
We're making plans to fight again in the future. Perhaps I will avenge my dignity (ha! as if I had any of that in the first place).
But the smirk was significantly more attractive, on her face as opposed to Lord Zaccheri's. And she is as forthright by every word and deed as she was naked when I walked in.
We're making plans to fight again in the future. Perhaps I will avenge my dignity (ha! as if I had any of that in the first place).
Written By Orazio
Oct. 30, 2016, 10:35 a.m.(12/24/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Walked away from her bonds of fealty and blood to play Abandoned in the wilds. As much as I can have sympathy for her losses, I cannot but disapprove of her behavior.
Written By Victus
Oct. 30, 2016, 10:29 a.m.(12/24/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
A Shav with a Velenosa name. A Shav is still a Shav, though, and there are only two things Shavs are good for:
Being made into a thrall or being made into a corpse.
Being made into a thrall or being made into a corpse.
Written By Eleyna
Oct. 29, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
Ten blissful years away. Ten years of not being mortified that my sister acts like a peasant. Ten years of never needing to endure another vassal's surprise that, of all people, -she- is my sister.
Ten years ended by finding her on the training grounds, naked as the day she was born. In front of a man of faith, no less.
Of course.
Ten years ended by finding her on the training grounds, naked as the day she was born. In front of a man of faith, no less.
Of course.
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