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Future Knight Universe - Practicing

Porthos sighed, testing the feel of one of the spare swords he'd been provided to test with. He was, as always, good at picking up the feel of new weapons, but it didn't seem right withought his old sword by his side. He knew every nick and nooks of it, it was as as good as an extension of his own hand.

He sighed, then went back through his drills, striving to improve the new forms Brenda had taught him, and perfect his better moves with a new blade and new trousers, which felt as ridiculous as they looked.
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2006-10-13 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Brenda paused in the doorway and leaned against the frame to watch him, admiring the way his new pants fit his butt as she absently shifted her grip on the two swords from Clark's collection that he'd told her she could offer to Porthos. They weren't just run of the mill weapons like the one he was using, but finely honed works of art. Even in their scabbards she could feel the nearly living balance to them, and their intricate basket hilts winked in the lights.

[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos blinked as he tripped slightly, then paused. He only ever tripped when he was being spied upon, that just freaked him out.

Turning he looked around, then caught sight of Brenda and grinned, bowing to her and inwardly wincing as the pants tightened. At least the shirt was loose enough....

"Good morning, my fairest dove," he said, sheathing the sword. "You look as radiant as ever."
random_xtras: (Brenda)

[personal profile] random_xtras 2006-10-13 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
She pushed away from the doorframe and walked over to meet him, a smile lighting her face. "Nice pants."

[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I warn you, sweetest of ladies, I tolerate no remarks about my clothes," he said, eyes twinkling.
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2006-10-13 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't deal with what you dish out?" She pauses with her toes nearly touching his, her smile turning to a grin as her own eyes shine up at him.

[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
He kissed her cheek and chuckled. "I comment only on your exquisit beauty, my darling. You mock me."
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2006-10-13 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"On the contrary," she said softly, eyes holding his as a blush tinted her cheeks.

Then she looked down at the swords and held them up. "Clark says you can keep whichever one you like."

[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
He gave her hair a slightly longer kiss, then looked down, eyes widdening.

"For what lords were these made?"
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2006-10-13 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
She held up the one with the golden hilt. "This was made for Clark by a master smith. This..." She held up the silver one with R in the filgerii of the silver hilt. "Clark made himself."

[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com 2006-10-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Almost entranced Porthos picked up the engraved sword, testing it's balance and staring at it as he moved it around.
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