Lots of slice of life those last few days don't you agree?
Cause personally I agree with myself.
Don't really know what prompted all the slice of life? Maybe it's a big foreshadowing before something crazy happen?
Just imagine? Wouldn't it be crazy? Letting everyone simmer in slice of life, building relationships, building affection, building everything just to make it crash it down.
Just to make the emotional rollercoaster crazy.
Wouldn't it be crazy if that's it?
Or maybe I need to stop taking my life like it's a fucking story and just focus.
Focus on the hand of malfoy around my wrist. "Always do try to grab them. They are an excellent ressources."
Who the fuck say resources!? The thought make me smile more than anything as I pull back, twisting around gently.
Not hard enough to hurt myself.
Low effort work. It makes my heart pump, faster healing.
"Good. As said before, as I try to grab them. Never let yourself get grabbed. There are exceptions, but none you should concern yourself with right now"
We're wrestling.
Wellllll, wrestling is a BIG word.
Wrestling is what we did before. While we sparred, while when we were waiting before going to the guardian, and archer challenge. What we did there was wrestling, it was INTTTTENSE!
And it was something I kind of learned to love doing with malfoy. Not a lot of shit to do around here, and talking is great. But it doesn't maintain my muscles.
This does.
At least it was, right now...I don't know.
We're more or less, gently, and extrememy softly. Playing together. While he drill me some techniques and tips.
He's actually a pretty damn good wrestler. Like I said before. I'm 100% sure he's a spider in hiding.
But I digress.
It's been a few days already.
Time pass fast around here. I know.
Almost two weeks since I've been kidnapped by a fucking system of all things.
My hand claw it's way up behind Malfoy neck. I push my elbow inside his body and sink deeper with my legs, making myself lower in the rudimentary stance he taught me before.
One leg forward. My left one.
One leg back. Right one, this feet tilted to the side. Toward the outside of my body.
Squat down in here, try to be as low as possible AND YOU BECOME HARD TO MOVE!
Pretty crazy I know. Martial arts are really enjoyable to be honest. I regret not having trained more of them.
First off would have helped me for fighting LITTERAL monsters.
But also. It's...ridiculously funny.
Maybe I should train some with them when I'm back home?
My small smile grow even more as I get into a rhythm. We get into a rhythm. When I locked tight behind his. We seperated, took some steps back and moved in again.
We're doing a small funny low effort games. That's training my defense, bases, and attack.
The goal is pretty simple.
I need to try to control the back of his neck. Or his wrists.
All while I defend from his own attempt to do so.
Why? Well from his own words. "Good job. It will be really useful when I'll teach you some throws"
Apparently that's the bases from when he's gonna teach me some throws.
Like I said it's been a while since we started wrestling together. After the first time we sparred. To test if his shoulder was fine, remember?
Well, we pretty much sparred everyday after that.
We also did before that. We were just bored during those 3 days of rest after the verrrry first goblins.
But it was less sparing and more realizing that he trained martial arts, and us having fun doing random dumb shit.
Also we couldn't go hard. Like AT all, his shoulder was dead.
That's actually from this first three days that I learned how to push him off, at least a bit, in our sparring. The one he asked for, for his shoulder.
In any case that's how we became closer and closer. And probably the reasons why he's starting to give up with the whole malfoy shit.
My necklace shift on my skin. Slightly. I have the orcish necklace on right now. We tried more than once to spar with it. And without it.
Results? Don't feel any fucking difference.
So whatever, just left it on. It looks badass at least.
My right feet slide on the right. Steppin on his outside, my wrist snap forward. He push against with his own hand and try to clasp his fingers around mine.
All while he push forward. Pretty fast. His free hand come to slide to my left. Trying to grab the back of my neck.
Almost by reflex at this point. My arm push up, on the inside of his arm. To stop his grab.
Funnily enough, the closer to the inside you are, the more control you have over the neck. So by doing that, I stop his advance.
When I said inside, I mean imagine a vertical line from someone crown at the top of his skull, that descend till the bottom of their crotch.
Didn't know that at first. He taught me and it became instinctive pretty fast.
Freeing my hand. I get back, one big step behind. All while he try to crawl his way inside and take my neck again. He manage. But I manage to push it back just after.
It's pretty funny to be honest.
I love it. Just being there. With someone a friend. Training, improving. And competing. Constantly, it really missed me.
I was pretty scared to be honest. When I arrived in the tutorial.
I was wondering what I should do. Everyday, all day long.
At least when the panic and planning were done.
That's what I passed the majority of my time doing, training, having fun, and competing with my friend.
Fortunately though.
We seperate again as he win. Fuel of competition burn in me. I want to win.
Malfoy is good at taking this place. I'm close with everyone in our little ragged bunch group, passing time with all of them.
But from what I've seen. Malfoy doesn't pass much time with the others unless I'm here. Even with annie, they fight bicker from time to time but nothing more.
This whole training is really enjoyable.
I would say it's mind numbing. For the sheer speed at which I see the time pass.
My feet, on the white ground, tighten as I press forward.
But that would be a lie. My focus is complete. It's not mind numbing. It's just interesting, funny, and engaging.
An activity. That demand my full focus that I enjoy.
That's what it is, that's all.
It's like a drainer for all my issues to be honest. The fastest way to feel better, to take care of your mental issues.
To ignore the thoughts of my fist pummeling a body.
Is by working on something you like. It's by changing your lifestyle, it's by taking actions.
And the sweat gathering on my brow tell me that I'm taking actions. Lots of them.
So it better not stop.
I'm really enjoying this time.
Between the whole chaotic shit. The doors. The kill. And more.
Between all of this. I'm still enjoying this, because of those moments, those small moments that take part of my days.
That help me feel better.
That help me fill the horrible mess of shit inside my heart.
It always has been like that. Malfoy remind me of someone...like balrow did, like annie did, like jenna did. All of them remind me of them.
That's why.
Ignoring how close we're getting, too fast. I push my hand forward and try to restrain malfoy again.
Readying myself for more hours of training.
Ignoring how weird it feel, I continue. The thought growing like a pustulence.
It keep growing and growing and growing. Making me remember all of it. All of these days, all of those moments.
I can't help it.
I feel like an addict, one searching every little scrap of information that I forgot in the midst of chaos.
Something deep in my brain is itching. It's just itching and no matter what I do, no matter how much I try to ignore it just keep growing.
A pustulence would be too kind to define it. It's a cancer. It's the grain dug deep.
The one planted by him. The one that make me remember that even if I manage to push through the coils of hunger in my throat.
Even if I manage to push through that system magic mind washing.
Even if I manage to push through my fear.
Even if I manage to push through my memories.
Even if I manage to push through my enemies.
Even then, I won't manage to push through everything.
So again, I'll ask.
Am I forgetting something?
And more importantly.
Should I do something about it?