Fight so dirty but you love so sweet

   Gast   Gast
am 25.02.2010

 

 

Canteen coffee was disgusting.
For three days now she had been getting her coffee fix either there or outside the Institute at a small café that for once didn’t seem to be part of a bigger chain. Whenever Sera went there to spend the little money she had access to, there were long ass lines in front of the counter. Loads of girls and boys her age alike were standing in big groups, talking loudly with one another, laughing about things Sera never even heard of before. Couldn’t even get her damn coffee in peace.
Of course she could have simply gotten over herself and apologize to Leonidas who, no doubt, had access to the best coffee in the whole Institute, but she just couldn’t bring herself to. Just days ago, she had always found herself unknowingly looking for her childhood friend, running into him everywhere she went. Her blue marbles were always fixed on his figure as soon as she caught a glimpse of him and there was nothing, she could do about it. She just couldn’t help herself. Just like she couldn’t help herself but to be resentful. They didn’t really have a fight, like, a proper one. Or did they? The girl herself wasn’t even sure, and she had spent plenty of hours in her room and training, contemplating the situation and how they’d separated. In the end she did what many people with anger issues would do: she bottled It up, hoping it wouldn’t blow up in her face. So, yes, she had been avoiding him. She did not go back to his room for their morning coffee, did not seek out additional training sessions and even happily accepted when she got paired for training with another Shadowhunter. That same evening, she had met up with Kit to explore New York City for the first time, so she could clear her head and not think about the fight she’d had that very morning. For once, at least.

But now, it was time for their scheduled training session, and she could not avoid him any longer without acting like an irreconcilable child. Which was actually something she’d rather not have. Who would have thought? Hair tied to two braids with a couple of strands framing her face, she gripped her daggers tight before sliding them into their sheaths which were fastened around her leg. Just like the night she had surprised Leonidas to the point where he’d pointed a gun with its safety catch off straight at her. Today, they would not be practicing their targeted precision, but rather hand-to-hand combat. You know, in case the demons were having a field day. Dressed in a similar workout attire from three nights ago she found her way to the training room, where Leonidas was already waiting for her. Well, more or less, anyway.

As she quietly made her way into the big room on the top floor, she pulled out her stele and drew a soundless rune on both of her exposed ankles. Combined with her grace and agility rune, there was no way he heard her coming, unless he was specifically listening for her breath and heartbeat. Sera was still angry at him for raising his voice, as well as practically telling her she would have been more of a liability than anything else if she had come looking for him. Belittling every drop of sweat and blood she had spilled while training relentlessly. Kicking her motivation in the face. Though bottled up, her resentment was still lingering.
Her fingers reached for a short training stick – one used as a dummy for daggers – as her eyes locked on his back that he was presenting to her. She could see the muscles move under the fabric as he went for the hits, noticed the bandages around his knuckles. Holding back a scoff, she took aim. Her muscles tensed, and her arm shot forward quickly, releasing the wooden stick.