Hans is more than the 13th son of a king (onlythe13th) wrote in angellogs, @ 2018-07-29 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | cecil palmer, prince hans |
Who: Hans and Open
Where: Craigcrook Castle grounds, Practice yards
When: Current
What: Fencing with Hans! Come make friends.
Notes/Warnings: Some internal Hans monologue containing hints at traumatic abuse
Status: Open, Ongoing
Hans shifted his stance a little, and eyed the practice dummy in front of him before he stepped forward, sword sweeping neatly into a downward circular arc. It was similar to what he'd tried to do with Elsa, not so long ago, but, well, there was no one he particularly wanted out of his way, here. Things were working, for the most part. Calum Vael was a decent boss and Aedan had been...perhaps a little TOO kind, and Hans suspected that was going to turn on him soon. It didn't mean he wouldn't take advantage while it lasted, but you had to be careful with anyone else, didn't you?
He did glance over his shoulder a fair bit while he was sweeping the blade down and around though. The last thing that he needed was to get so lost in his thoughts that he missed a backwards tackle into the mud, which usually meant he'd be held down there for a while, or to be pelted with rocks or shards of broken glass in order to try to distract him from the task at hand. It was NICE to not have the worry at the forefront, but it WAS still in the back of his head a bit.
Still, so far, so good, he decided, turning sharply at the sound of footsteps behind him and pasting a smile on his face so that no one needed to know he'd been thinking about those things. The last that he needed to do was paint himself as some kind of weakling, right?
"Hello!" he called, grin growing, and he hoped he didn't seem too nervous here. He did need to make friends, after all. "Want to play a little?"