marek bobbin is lightly toasted (hekatos) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-03-18 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | felixa abaddon, marek bobbin |
Who: Marek and Felixa
What: sword-forging, take two
When: Saturday afternoon [forward-dated]
Where: that forge place
Warnings: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Marek had been in an odd mood the last few days, but he felt more like himself once he was back in the forge, working with Felixa. He felt completely comfortable in her company, and they worked together well. That was especially reassuring considering he'd felt like his world had shifted drastically since Thursday.
Which had less to do with emotional scarring, really, and more to do with shattering his delusions about his sister. He'd spent his whole life convincing himself (and attempting to convince her, too) that she was the younger one of the two of them, exerted so much energy keeping up with her to keep her safe, that he'd apparently failed to notice when she'd grown up enough to be... doing things that he was currently pretending he'd never witnessed. But he wasn't in total denial; he'd learned from it too, was trying very hard to move on and deal with it.
The hard work at the forge helped, the required concentration for working with hot metal, which he was managing just fine today. He watched the sword as it cooled, then spared a glance up at Felixa, grinning. "You know, if you ever decide you didn't like making wands and I decided I didn't like making poisons anymore - we should go into business together with swords."
It was unlikely he'd get tired of poison. Probably as unlikely as Felixa getting tired of her wands. That didn't mean it couldn't pop up into his mind, and he usually said whatever was on his mind.