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[March 1] Romancing SaGa Re;univerSe - Swordwork
Title: Swordwork
Day/Prompt: March 1/Every movement is a way of seeing
Fandom: Romancing SaGa Re;univerSe
Character/Pairing: Rocbouquet, Noel, implied-Noel/Roc
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: ~335
Summary: Rocbouquet wants to brush up on her swordwork. Noel is quite willing to help.
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"I'm out of practice."
Rocbouquet saw no point in pretending that she wasn't. But the practice sword she'd chosen felt good in her hands. The weight was correct, and she'd surely not forgotten any of the basics.
She moved, quickly, through exercised that raced back to her. How many times had she gone through all of these, back then?
Turning, she smiled at Noel, who was waiting patiently for her, his own chosen practice sword in hand.
"When you're ready," he said with the faintest of smiles.
"I'm ready," Rocbouquet declared before lunging at him. The rest was a mess as he parried effortlessly and knocked her off balance. Her wings kept her from falling, but only just barely. It was--
Noel was obviously trying to keep his amusement from his face.
"Again," Rocbouquet said firmly. How many times had he done similar and then critiqued her every movement?
"Again." A moment later when he had pushed her back nearly to the dojo's wall without her realizing.
"Again." He'd twisted around behind her and caught her in a tangle of swords and arms and her own wings, his warmth against her back utterly distracting.
"Are you sure?" Noel questioned softly, his mouth near her ear. The low rumble of his voice was nearly as distracting as the press of body.
"Yes." She knew what he was doing, but she wouldn't give in. Not yet. Their skills had diverged so greatly, but she was sure she could learn him again, like this, given time and desire. They had the time now, and she had the desire.
Noel chuckled and released her, taking up a stance again, one that Rocbouquet remembered well. She nodded and readied herself. This time, she would--
"Better," Noel declared once he'd finally tapped her shoulder. Rocbouquet nodded, sure that she'd left a dozen openings before that one that her brother hadn't taken advantage of. But she'd felt them, and she'd understood...
"Again," she said. Noel echoed her smile.
And she continued to remember.
Day/Prompt: March 1/Every movement is a way of seeing
Fandom: Romancing SaGa Re;univerSe
Character/Pairing: Rocbouquet, Noel, implied-Noel/Roc
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: ~335
Summary: Rocbouquet wants to brush up on her swordwork. Noel is quite willing to help.
--
"I'm out of practice."
Rocbouquet saw no point in pretending that she wasn't. But the practice sword she'd chosen felt good in her hands. The weight was correct, and she'd surely not forgotten any of the basics.
She moved, quickly, through exercised that raced back to her. How many times had she gone through all of these, back then?
Turning, she smiled at Noel, who was waiting patiently for her, his own chosen practice sword in hand.
"When you're ready," he said with the faintest of smiles.
"I'm ready," Rocbouquet declared before lunging at him. The rest was a mess as he parried effortlessly and knocked her off balance. Her wings kept her from falling, but only just barely. It was--
Noel was obviously trying to keep his amusement from his face.
"Again," Rocbouquet said firmly. How many times had he done similar and then critiqued her every movement?
"Again." A moment later when he had pushed her back nearly to the dojo's wall without her realizing.
"Again." He'd twisted around behind her and caught her in a tangle of swords and arms and her own wings, his warmth against her back utterly distracting.
"Are you sure?" Noel questioned softly, his mouth near her ear. The low rumble of his voice was nearly as distracting as the press of body.
"Yes." She knew what he was doing, but she wouldn't give in. Not yet. Their skills had diverged so greatly, but she was sure she could learn him again, like this, given time and desire. They had the time now, and she had the desire.
Noel chuckled and released her, taking up a stance again, one that Rocbouquet remembered well. She nodded and readied herself. This time, she would--
"Better," Noel declared once he'd finally tapped her shoulder. Rocbouquet nodded, sure that she'd left a dozen openings before that one that her brother hadn't taken advantage of. But she'd felt them, and she'd understood...
"Again," she said. Noel echoed her smile.
And she continued to remember.