let the floods cross the distance in your eyes.salvationisMarch 21 2010, 13:31:58 UTC
[ It's been, what, a year? Two? She's lost track of time for a bit, although she's aware that it's perhaps somewhere in the middle. She's been gone for the longest time yet, caught up and swept away by her own adventures, her own hunts, and her own personal journeys. Because, you see, Jade had never been a greatly noble woman, concerned with the politics and the outcome of the world
( ... )
[ For a moment, Ava doesn't move from where she's seated.
Jade really never changes, does she? Not in appearance, and not in her manner, in the way she handles things, in the way she approaches everything. Ava allows her eyes to linger on that face, on memories of better days, of times where she didn't have to worry as much as she does now.
( It's one thing after another, anymore. )
And then she acknowledges her presence with a brief nod, her name slipping from her lips, neutral and soft, ]
Jade.
[ She stands, then, jerking her arm up and forcing her sword from the dirt, flipping it once over her wrist ( the blade gleams in the dying light as it turns ) as she considers the woman before her. Ava's never been good with words, has never known what she's supposed to say in situations like this, because she always acts first, she's always moving first, too rash and too bold in moments where she needs to remain calm and think.
She's learned, after the many battles she's participated in, that reacting to particular situations
( ... )
[ The past year has been hard on Ava. The woman's more burdened with worries, and she appears just a little older; more weary. And Jade couldn't blame her. Even while away, she still receives news, still checks in on them from time to time, and has managed to stay somewhat informed, even if the things she knows are not complete.
The wicked flash of a blade reminds her of their old ritual - of habits formed years back until now without fail, and here, like this, with a blade in her hand and the danger she exudes even while calm - Jade thinks that she's beautiful. Nonetheless, her hold tightens just little on her spear, although she doesn't make a move.
(Not yet, because while Jade is wilder, more unrestrained in everything that she does, it's always Ava that makes the first move.)
Green eyes twinkle with a rare humor nonetheless, and she pretends not to notice the other's anger. ] Long time no see.
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Jade really never changes, does she? Not in appearance, and not in her manner, in the way she handles things, in the way she approaches everything. Ava allows her eyes to linger on that face, on memories of better days, of times where she didn't have to worry as much as she does now.
( It's one thing after another, anymore. )
And then she acknowledges her presence with a brief nod, her name slipping from her lips, neutral and soft, ]
Jade.
[ She stands, then, jerking her arm up and forcing her sword from the dirt, flipping it once over her wrist ( the blade gleams in the dying light as it turns ) as she considers the woman before her. Ava's never been good with words, has never known what she's supposed to say in situations like this, because she always acts first, she's always moving first, too rash and too bold in moments where she needs to remain calm and think.
She's learned, after the many battles she's participated in, that reacting to particular situations ( ... )
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The wicked flash of a blade reminds her of their old ritual - of habits formed years back until now without fail, and here, like this, with a blade in her hand and the danger she exudes even while calm - Jade thinks that she's beautiful. Nonetheless, her hold tightens just little on her spear, although she doesn't make a move.
(Not yet, because while Jade is wilder, more unrestrained in everything that she does, it's always Ava that makes the first move.)
Green eyes twinkle with a rare humor nonetheless, and she pretends not to notice the other's anger. ] Long time no see.
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