[Backdated to January 16th; OPEN]

[not_apriest]

Who: Aramis and ANYONE
Where: A makeshift training room of sorts
When: Morning, January 16th
What: Aramis is training; the last few events have made it obvious he should stay sharp.
Rating: PG; will update if required


He'd discarded his doublet, chemise and boots on the floor near the far wall. Sword in one hand, dagger in the other, he moved through the room, cutting swathes through invisible enemies as he practiced various forms. He was focused on what he was doing; he might not notice a visitor immediately.

Comments

[alwaysnext]

Luke doesn't know what you're supposed to do either, but it would be nice if it involved standing like this a bit longer. And flexing.

The question is a sensitive one. It dives right into the mental pressure to obey his mum's pacifist instructions (if not her violent, defensive actions), and his anxieties about morality, the inescapably pervasive idea that he's bad and wrong and was created to be that way. It also makes him feel like a bit of an idiot.

"No," he mutters. "It's just me. I don't touch weapons. Don't get into fights. I don't want to hurt anyone."

[not_apriest]

"That's a noble goal," Aramis tells him. "But a lofty one. What if someone seeks to harm you?" he asks curiously.