LOCKE
"I like baking." She can take that how she will. He runs his thumb over the handle, feeling the way his fingers fit into the grooves. It feels good, natural, like who he used to be before he was a father and a baker.
She gives him first move and he has to remember how to do just that. The water sloshes around his legs as he steps forward, to the side, keeping space between them. He's taller, has a longer reach, but she has more weapons on her person. He's seen her with a bow before but never in hand to hand.
He moves slowly, watching her with narrowed eyes. A beat passes and he steps closer, quickly, blade slicing horizontally. He's merely aiming for the blade in her hand, trying not to hurt her.
She gives him first move and he has to remember how to do just that. The water sloshes around his legs as he steps forward, to the side, keeping space between them. He's taller, has a longer reach, but she has more weapons on her person. He's seen her with a bow before but never in hand to hand.
He moves slowly, watching her with narrowed eyes. A beat passes and he steps closer, quickly, blade slicing horizontally. He's merely aiming for the blade in her hand, trying not to hurt her.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
