forum Assassin one-on-one ((closed, please stalk))

Started September 02, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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"Because it's personal." Andion snapped, retrieving his weapons.

Blaine narrowed her eyes as she silently watched him for a moment.

"It may be, but it could have gotten us both killed. Not only that, but Thranion was clearly angry that you did that," Blaine declared.

Andion sighed and braced his hands against a near by wall.

"It's not the first time he's punished me for doing something like that, and I don't care. Not one bit." He admitted.

"You've done this before? How are you still here?" Blaine questioned, giving him a look.

(Got to go for a bit.)

"Because I don't do it that often. It's only for… certain things that I can… go off the rails as Thranrion says." Andion said, before turning back to Blaine.

"Why? What for? What could possibly make you want to do that?" Blaine asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s none of your business.” He replied, throwing the daggers again.

Blaine groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "Fine. If you don't want to tell me, fine. I just hope that Thranion doesn't pair us up again," she said as she turned to walk away.

(Ooft, skip)

Andion had stayed in the training ring all night long and he was exhausted but he didn’t stop. He knew over working his body was bad, and he should probably stop but he still had so much anger he needed to work off.

Blaine dragged herself into the training room in the morning, planning to work on her hand to hand more. She wanted to beat Andion the next time they sparred.

Speaking of, she saw him in the same place as the night before, still throwing daggers.

"Have you been here all night?" she asked groggily.

“Yes.” He replied, his voice was raspy and it almost sounded like he’d been cry or screaming.

He sighed and threw another dagger, missing it’s mark completely since he was so tired.

"You should stop. Go sleep. You look terrible," Blaine declared as she made her way over to him, her face a mask of concern.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled, throwing his last dagger which landed a few feet in front of the target.

Blaine eventually reached him, and she put a hand gently on his arm.

"No, you're not. You can hardly even throw those anymore," she argued.

Andion looked at her, his eyes red and there were bags under them.

"Why do you care anyway?" He asked quietly.

"Does it matter?" Blaine asked, drawing her hand back and crossing her arms.

"No, I suppose it doesn't." He replied, but there was a twinge of disappointment in his voice. He shook his head and walked over to collect his weapons.

Blaine frowned slightly as she watched him. Why did she care?

Same reason you blushed after landing on top of him yesterday.

Hush. I'm trying not to think about that. Plus, I still don't understand why I did that, either.

Andion sighed and lent down to pick up his dagger from the ground normally something he’d be able to do just fine. This morning? He was so tired he had to sit down for a few moments, running a hand through his hair as he tried to regain his strength to stand again.

"Do you want any help?" Blaine found herself asking.

“No, I’m fine.” He said, looking over his shoulder.

"Sure you are," Blaine muttered under her breath, shaking her head without meeting his eyes.

“I’m fine…” Andion muttered to himself as he stood. The exhaustion was finally catching up to him but he wouldn’t admit it.

"You know what? No. No, you're clearly not fine," Blaine declared as she walked toward him purposefully. "I'm going to help you pack your stuff up, and then I'm helping you to your room. Whether you like it or not."

“I don’t need any help, Blaine. I can do it by myself.” He said, sheathing his dagger and collecting the others.