Her hands are beautiful... hell... all of her is beautiful. But I watched her hands trace some of my scars... her fingertips and mind absorbing where I got each one. None in our adventures of the night, though she had a few... I know she is learning everything about me. Each mark on my skin and the story it tells. I wanted to tell her that she had healed much about the marks left on my heart. Made me more confident, more sure that I had something to fight for. When I opened my mouth to say it she traced my lips with her fingertips. She already knew... spoken across the mindlink without me even realizing it.
I love watching Devia work... she wields the sabre like she did the pike. Dancing in and out of danger, almost never taking a hit, demolishing things with power and ferocity unrestrained. She is a hunter... like her cats. The grace in meeting the objective, power in pushing herself to the limit against something that only wants destruction. Single minded, living in the moment, gorgeous to watch.
I used to jump in when she was fighting, trying to protect her and take the blows myself.... stupid of me really, though my intentions were good. I've earned some of my marks from doing that. However, it really was arrogance on my part not to step to the side and help her rather then trying to take her objective... It's not wise to get between the huntress and her prey. She never mentioned anything, but I noticed she could take care of herself, and me. That gave me the ability to more accurately gauge when we should take things on together, and when she could just be watched....
Watching her is a thrill to me... I can't describe the feeling accurately. Listening to her through the mindlink, watching her spot weaknesses with finesse and technique I wouldn't have noticed. Our styles are quite different in some ways. Her doublebladed sabre moving more like a pike and my one handed blade built for speed and deception. To those watching I'm sure it looks like I'm faster in technique but the majority of mine are feints and deceptions.... working from the shadows and trying to influence the mind of my opponent. She finds openings I don't see, that they can't close... every hit striking something.... leaving a mark.
She's left a mark on me... and I on her... but this one isn't a scar... it's something that proclaims ownership, partnership.... oneness. I'm proud to wear mine.
(This blog is a fictional journal of a character from the game Star Wars Galaxies. An MMORPG with a strong roleplaying community. Thanks to all the people I play with in the Sunrunner Galaxy. I couldn't tell this story without you.)
Clear Skies, ~Noel
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