Coming to terms ((Sock, Mello, L))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

((pity the mun))

It had been a while since either of us had really felt like sparring with each other. I think it's because when we sparred, we were forced to face each other and acknowledge each other, which forced us to remember Matt. Though, why Johnny-come-lately....no, I know why. I'm being petty again. He loved...loves Matt. I could almost be happy for him except he annoys the hell out of me if we're doing anything other than sparring. I hate the way he looks at me, as if I'm some puzzle for him to figure out, or some toy he's not sure if he wants to play with. Near would probably say this is all in my head, but I know what I see.

I'd come to the dojo just to get out of the room for a bit. It's not comfortable going outside with the winter coming on...too cold for my tastes. I'd just started warming up when L came in.

“Mind if I join you?” he'd asked from where he slouched by the door. I wonder if that slouch is a deliberate affectation to make people underestimate him, or if he really does need his stomach compressed in order to think. Whatever it is, I rarely see him stand upright, even when we're fighting and it annoys me.
( And it continues )

Owls to some friends (and maybe some RP, too.)

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne was becoming quite the regular correspondent lately. And in the case of this first owl, she was mostly sending it out of the blue, because she had no idea that Jill's mun was, indeed, actually around these days. All she knew was that she'd missed her drinking buddy-cum-sparring partner. As for her second owl of the day... well... that was fairly self-explanatory.

( Owl to Jill of Deverry, warded lightly )

( Owl to Simon Tam )