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

Started September 02, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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Blaine scoffed. "Yeah, you sure look fine. Andion, you look terrible. If you don't let me help, I'll tell Thranion that you aren't fit to do anything for the next two days."

Andion sighed, “Fine.” He grumbled as he reluctantly, accepted her help.

"Why were you out here all night, anyway?" Blaine asked quietly as she helped him gather his things.

“I needed to think… and work off my anger.” He admitted, grabbing the last of his items before heading slowly to his room.

Blaine walked after him, making sure he wouldn't pass out in the middle of the hall. "Okay, I understand that. Why all night, though? Are you seriously still upset about what Thranion did?"

“Slightly,” Andion sighed, “It wasn’t just the weapons trades he signed. I saw he sighed one of the slave trades, too.”

"What? Why would he do that?" Blaine wondered, shaking her head. "And then have him killed…"

“If Farron was dead then Thranion wouldn’t have to give weapons, only receive them. Don’t ask me how it works, I’m not sure.” Andion said, running a hand through his hair.

(Might disappear soon.)

Blaine hummed as she as she walked on in silence. She mulled over her thoughts, rubbing one arm with the opposite hand.

(Alright)

Eventually they made it to Andion’s room and he opened the door, kicking a few books out of the way as he entered, “Thanks for the help.”

"Yeah. Sure. Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm usually not busy," Blaine offered with a shrug.

Andion offered her a smile, “Yeah, thanks.” He carefully took his things that Blaine was holding and gently shut the door, quickly walking to th bed and falling asleep.

Blaine sighed as she started back to her room. Maybe she would sleep some more as well. It might help with her tumultuous emotions.

Andion woke up hours later, still tired but not as exhausted as he had been. His mind drifted to Blaine and he didn’t know why.

Stop it, stop thinking about her.

Why? I’m allowed to… even though I’m supposed to hate her…

Blaine had decided to go to the archery range rather than sleep. Shooting her bow always helped her calm down, unless she was just having a particularly bad day. Thankfully, she wasn't having that bad of a day today.

Andion ran a hand through his hair and tried to make himself look slightly more presentable as he walked out of his room and down the halls, trying to find Blaine.

(Andion. Wrong RP. Lol.)

Blaine let out a breath as she let her arrow loose. It hit the target just above the bullseye, and she frowned. She could do better than that, and she knew it. Something was throwing her off.

(Frick)

Andion sighed as he paced the halls before finding Blaine at the shooting range, he walked up beside and sighed slightly, “Good hit.”

Blaine jumped and turned to Andion.

"What the heck? At least announce yourself before sneaking up on me," she huffed, drawing another arrow.

Andion chuckled, “Sorry sorry, I was trying to give you a compliment but if I scared you so much maybe I won’t do it again.”

"Well thanks," Blaine said, rolling her eyes as she nocked the arrow and drew it back. She let it go, and this I've found its mark. "What're you doing over here, anyway?"

Andion shrugged, “Am I not allowed to talk to you or because we hate each other mean I can’t do that?”

"I just meant here. Like, the archery range. You're never over here unless you need to be," Blaine clarified.

Andion rolled his eyes, “Does it really matter?

"I guess not…" Blaine raised an eyebrow at the familiar words that she'd spoken just hours before. She shot another arrow, this one hitting just to the right of the last.