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Theoretically I will come back to this post to edit it some more, but in case it slips my mind: WELCOME! K.L. Schwengel is awesome. At least this week I’m not late. πŸ˜›

Math: date this will post mashed with the actual WIPpet Wednesday date = 12 paragraphs

(Happy Birthday to Shan’s son and Fallon’s son. I hope you boys have nice days.)

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6β€³, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3β€³, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

  • Arvid suffered some serious burns to her feet.
  • Arvid and Tai kissed.
  • Tai left the shack before Arvid woke up from her pain killer-induced slumber.

She waited by the fire throughout the day, stirring the porridge while she kept it warm for him, applying fresh woundclose to her feet, sharpening her weapons, or sewing a sack with a loop to hang on her belt. The dimness of sunset filled the shack before Tai returned. He walked in the door and sat down without looking at her.

Smiling, she ducked her head to try and make eye contact. β€œDid you have a nice time training? I could hear you from here.”

Tai stared into the fire.

She watched him for signs of pain. His breathing looked steady, but not counted, his color even with no pronounced blood vessels, his stance relaxed. So no injuries.

β€œI made you favorite: porridge! Mmmmm… The same porridge we have day after day after day…” She tried her smile again, teasing.

He took the bowl and ate without looking at her.

β€œTai, is something-β€œ

He finished in three bites and handed back the bowl. Without a word he went to the barrel.

Arvid turned her face away before his trousers dropped. A bitter suspicion pricked at her belly. She shoved it out of her awareness while she washed the pot and dishes. Baths cured irritability, soothed headaches and sore muscles, and removed the disgusting slime of sweat and dirt that resulted from a hard day of training. Maybe they removed taciturn moodiness as well.

Finished with her chore, she waited in the bedroll until Tai laid down with her. Turning to face him, she asked, β€œWhat’s wrong?”

Tai’s eyes kept away from hers, his face turned to the side. It felt like someone else shared the bedroll with her. Where Tai smiled and pulled her close, this man frowned and kept his arms to himself.Β  She searched his face for some explanation. Two days ago, he kissed her with fervor that threatened to undermine her self-discipline but this felt like disdain.

The egg of suspicion hatched into certainty. Horrible squiggly feelings wormed their way around her stomach, forcing her to swallow down the sick of rejection or risk vomiting. She deserved to be crowned the queen of fools, letting her heart get wrapped up in someone who reduced her value to physical matters. Maybe he was right. With her failure, maybe her remaining worth lay in her ability to do what he wanted. She rolled to face away from him. She needed to keep some of herself for herself. If that meant he hated her, so be it. Nevertheless, she struggled to keep tears from falling.

Femme Pleurant Γ  la Fin du Jour by Henry Daras, 1918

Femme Pleurant Γ  la Fin du Jour by Henry Daras, 1918

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