Something slots painfully into place as her fingers curl around the hilt before she even makes a concious decision to do it. Even just at this initial contact, the antsy crawl of being unarmed fades; the uncertainty in her eyes is giving way to determination.
She takes it from him, steps back. It's not the sword she wanted, but it feels good and familiar in her hand. She swings it out, tests the weight of it, lets the blade fwip through the air as she points it to the floor.
"Fine." It forms a handsome line from its end, through its blade, over her black-cloaked arm. She brings it up in a practiced motion, hand level with her chest, the blade perpindicular to the ceiling. She's looking it over, eyes critical, but there are no scratches or knicks or so much as a fingerprint to marr it. She says, more confidently, even as her muscles begin to tighten, "Deal."
Gideon meets his gaze past the line of the rapier, takes her last breath, and turns to stone.
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Something slots painfully into place as her fingers curl around the hilt before she even makes a concious decision to do it. Even just at this initial contact, the antsy crawl of being unarmed fades; the uncertainty in her eyes is giving way to determination.
She takes it from him, steps back. It's not the sword she wanted, but it feels good and familiar in her hand. She swings it out, tests the weight of it, lets the blade fwip through the air as she points it to the floor.
"Fine." It forms a handsome line from its end, through its blade, over her black-cloaked arm. She brings it up in a practiced motion, hand level with her chest, the blade perpindicular to the ceiling. She's looking it over, eyes critical, but there are no scratches or knicks or so much as a fingerprint to marr it. She says, more confidently, even as her muscles begin to tighten, "Deal."
Gideon meets his gaze past the line of the rapier, takes her last breath, and turns to stone.