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[shelley_winters]

Tiger in the Long Grass becomes Swallow in Flight.

Shelley readjusts her grip in the hilt of her practise sword, fingers already a little sore. It's been a very long time since she did - well, anything that counts as exercise. She was never strong, but it's a little worrying how hard this is. Earlier that week she had tried, and come over dizzy, but for now, although her breathing is a little too fast and her arms are starting to hurt, she feels all right.

Leaf on the Wind.

No, not right - it shakes and feels wrong, but as she tries again, it does the same. A small noise of discontent, and she moves on. She can look it up later.

Parting the Veil.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A light chuckle as he stepped aside. Oh, he had won, indeed. He could feel how she enjoyed his touch, at least unconsciously, and that was enough. More than enough.

"As you wish... but we both know there is nothing wrong with enjoying a kiss."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley turns her back stiffly, walking away and fighting the urge to run. She won't talk back. Those arguments never go right.

Her whole body feels like it's aching, and her breathing hasn't slowed yet, hard and slightly painful.

She's just weak.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

What an exhilarating and productive exercise! Ishamael smiled as he watched her walk off. Calmly stepping over to the edge of the garden, he gently stroked the edges of the rose petals with his fingers.

She had enjoyed that kiss. A moment's pause, a catch in her breath, only after a time did she even start to fight. The evening wind toyed with his hair, lightly.

The sun had set.

(I win again)