Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-02-20 02:50:00 |
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A lot of things became obvious to her in the past week. One she was a different person from when she last saw Blank and Scarlet together. She was weaker, softer... The second was she was out of shape. Though she trained with her sword almost every day, more to bid it farewell, than because she really needed to, but clearly she needed to! She shouldn't have been so easily beaten, she was a shieldmaiden for fucks sake! Aggression needed to be released. Since she couldn't find John's bed anymore, she made do with cleaning. Even if it didn't need it. She wore clothes that she didn't care were ruined or not. Some cut of jeans, from when the fad had been high, in the nineteen-nineties or so. She'd probably gone a little too far with the scissors, as there were holes in the backside, and around the legs, each coming down to mid thigh. And a teeshirt that was for some random baseball team that was no longer together. The arms of it a bright red color, and a half missing logo scrawled across her chest. Her hair tied back in a loose braids. Bryn stood on top of the counter, polishing one of the wooden poles. An installation after Bucky had said he'd dance on it for her. They had to fit in with the decor, but they needed to be safe and splinter free. And shine so it would be easy for flesh to grab on when you wanted it too. She was starting at the literal top. |