forum Assassin one-on-one ((closed, please stalk))

Started September 02, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

tune

Andion sighed and instead of heading to bed, he headed fitness he training ring. He sighed and got to training.

Blaine sighed as she reached her room and plopped down onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before standing again to change into pajamas, then finished getting ready to go to sleep. Once done, she crawled under her covers, immediately realizing how cold it was without Andion with her.

Surprisingly, there were a few other people in the training ring and Andion gave them a small smile as he groaned with them. After a while, they left and left Andion alone in the ring, continuing to workout and train.

He's doing something stupid, isn't he? I bet he is. It wouldn't be surprising.

Blaine sighed as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Andion stayed out all night, training without a break. He squinted as the sun began to rise above the guild and cursed at himself for being so stupid.

Blaine rolled over in her sleep, covering her face with a pillow. Morning already? No. Just no. It was too early to wake up.

Andion eventually dragged himself to his room, collapsing onto his bed a few moments later. He couldn’t be bothered to change so he fell asleep in the same sweaty clothes.

Eventually, Blaine dragged herself out of bed and changed into a fresh set of clothes. She made her way to the dining hall for breakfast, wondering if she'd see Andion there, eating a giant plate of food. She smiled at the thought, but she didn't see him.

With a shrug, she loaded a plate up with some fruit, bread, and dried meat, then sat down at an empty table. After eating in silence, she put her plate away and made her way to the training room.

Andion barely slept even though he was exhausted. He tossed and turned and eventually stripped until he was barely wearing anything but still couldn't sleep. Sighing, he went and had a cold bath, just sitting in the tub, thinking.

Blaine stopped when she was about halfway there and changed course. Doing some archery was always when she did her best thinking, so she headed out to the range, grabbed her bow and quiver on her way. Once there, she set up her space and started.

Breathe in… Nock, aim… Breathe out… Loose the arrow. Hit, almost dead-center.

Breathe in… Nock another, aim… Breathe out… Loose the arrow. Another hit, this one a flat out bullseye.

Nock, aim, loose, hit, repeat.

She repeated this process until she reached back for another arrow and found her quiver empty. With a sigh, she shook her head and made her way to the target. After pulling all of her arrows out, she decided to move the target back farther.

When she was satisfied with the distance between the target and herself, she breathed in, nocked an arrow, aimed, breathed out, and let out.

And again the cycle repeated itself: Breathe in… Nock, aim… Breathe out… Loose the arrow.

After changing, Andion headed out to find Blaine. His hair was a wet mess atop his head and dripped a little onto his shirt but he didn't care.

When he didn't find her at the changing ring, he headed to the archery range and found her there. He walked up beside her and sighed a little.

"Morning," His voice was raspy and he only just realised.

Blaine jumped a little and dropped the arrow she'd just pulled out of her quiver. She turned to Andion, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Didn't I tell you to warn me before doing that?" she joked, giving him a half smirk.

"Sorry sorry." He said, running a hand through his wet hair slowly, "How are you?"

Really? She's your girlfriend and that's all you can say? Get yourself together.

Blaine let her smirk fall as she shrugged.

"I've been better. What about you? How are you holding up?" she asked gently.

"Not great if I'm being honest…" Andion sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I figured as much," Blaine said softly. She gently rubbed his arm, hoping the small gesture would comfort him at least a little. "How late were you up last night?"

Andion shuffled his feet nervously, "Um… till dawn…" He muttered, refusing to look Blaine in the eye.

Blaine sighed, closing her eyes as her grip on his arm tightened slightly. She wanted to yell at him for being stupid, or at least tease him about it, but right now? Right now he didn't need that.

"Okay… You got some sleep, though, right?" she sighed, opening her eyes to look up at him.

"Maybe an hour, I'm not sure. I tried to sleep but I couldn't…" Andion rubbed at his face with both hands, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have stayed out late."

"It's okay, Andion. You needed a distraction," Blaine assured him softly, taking a step closer to him as she set her bow and quiver down. She reached up and gently squeezed his shoulders, a small, sympathetic smile on her lips.

Andion wrapped his arms around Blaine and rested his head on her shoulder and nodded a little, not knowing what else to say. He squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn't cry.

Blaine sighed and hugged him back.

"I wish there was something I could do to help you…" she whispered. "But I know how much this hurts."

"One day. He was back for one day and he's dead," Andion whispered, his voice wavering a little, "I shouldn't have asked him to help with the runes."

"You didn't know," Blaine said, pulling back a bit to look him in the eye. "How could you have known? There was no reason, there were no signs telling us about this. It surprised everyone."

"I know… I just… I just can't help but feel bad." Andion muttered, letting one tear slip.

Blaine reached up and gently brushed the year away.

"I know… And I understand that," she whispered. "But it wasn't your fault. It wasn't any of our faults."

"I can't help but feel like it is, Blaine…" He whispered, another few tears slipping.

Blaine reached her other hand up and used her thumbs to wipe his tears away softly, carefully.

"Oh, love…" she sighed, gently pulling his head down to kiss his forehead. "I'm so sorry…"

Andion didn't reply and just buried his head in Blaine's shoulder, sobbing now. He felt so… weak. He never cried. He always kept his emotions inside but for some reason he couldn't today.

Blaine silently stood with him, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him again. She held him close, her embrace tight. Why did people always have to leave or die when she was around? It was like she was a walking plague…