Ofic drabbling.
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pegunicentJust putting this up here so maybe I'll remember to work on it.
Most women in the Guard are trying to escape futures tied to hearth and husband. They fight and run as though to prove themselves before all the gods and men. Some are near crazed in battle, and take the least provocation for a duel. Never Nadyana. She needed to prove nothing to no one. She fights coldly, calculatingly, accounting for every possibility. Her passion is in making her weapon dance.
She took my breath away. Usually painfully. I never thought I'd look twice at a set of breasts, and even with twins her's aren't much to look at, but she's different. She's a warrior first, and that is something I can understand in my bones.
I won't say Kareem is the only one to ever make my blood race. Nor has our Brotherhood always been steady. Many were the times I thought fondly of smothering him with a pillow or of letting him drown in a shallow lake. But he is my Sword Brother, the man I trust most in all the world. And he's fairly lovable most of the time.
He fucked her first.
I suppose I should say she rode him through the furniture and left a tip to the inn keeper.
I might not have forgiven him for that, if she hadn't taken pity and decided on settling for us both. The Queen's Law might give leeway to loves such as the Sword Brothers, but its function I now think, is insurance in case one sorry bastard dies mid-coitus so the other can finish the job.
Setting down her armor and growing her hair to raise our children has made her no less terrifying. I sometimes feel pity for the younglings that will eventually come to strut like roosters for our heirs. They'll be lucky to leave with all their limbs if they don't impress her. Kareem and I will only be allowed to clean up the remains.
Most women in the Guard are trying to escape futures tied to hearth and husband. They fight and run as though to prove themselves before all the gods and men. Some are near crazed in battle, and take the least provocation for a duel. Never Nadyana. She needed to prove nothing to no one. She fights coldly, calculatingly, accounting for every possibility. Her passion is in making her weapon dance.
She took my breath away. Usually painfully. I never thought I'd look twice at a set of breasts, and even with twins her's aren't much to look at, but she's different. She's a warrior first, and that is something I can understand in my bones.
I won't say Kareem is the only one to ever make my blood race. Nor has our Brotherhood always been steady. Many were the times I thought fondly of smothering him with a pillow or of letting him drown in a shallow lake. But he is my Sword Brother, the man I trust most in all the world. And he's fairly lovable most of the time.
He fucked her first.
I suppose I should say she rode him through the furniture and left a tip to the inn keeper.
I might not have forgiven him for that, if she hadn't taken pity and decided on settling for us both. The Queen's Law might give leeway to loves such as the Sword Brothers, but its function I now think, is insurance in case one sorry bastard dies mid-coitus so the other can finish the job.
Setting down her armor and growing her hair to raise our children has made her no less terrifying. I sometimes feel pity for the younglings that will eventually come to strut like roosters for our heirs. They'll be lucky to leave with all their limbs if they don't impress her. Kareem and I will only be allowed to clean up the remains.
