WHO: Loki, Erik, Adrasteia & y'all WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: Late Solace / Early August WHERE: Kirkwall NOTES: Language warning for Erik, otherwise nothing yet. Open starters in comments.
"Maybe a bit." Not in any of the information she's been offered up, has anybody talked about how to get home. Abby supposes that if it was a choice, she'd have been offered it by now. She had a chance to say no to Riftwatch, after all.
He certainly doesn't seem worried about it. Abby tries to draw on that, to reflect his casual behaviour; thankfully, his answer makes her snort.
"Sounds too good to be true. Butβ yeah. That why you're out training this late?"
"I mean, that's part of it." He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "Rest is some shit about how I can't sleep no way so I might's'well do somethin' useful with my damned time."
At what he says next, she glances up, a hint of approval about her. "Same," she supplies, after a moment's pause, "Kinda used to having to wear myself out. Being in an unfamiliar place actually helps with that." Abby spends so much time out of the tower and learning new things that she's exhausted by the time evening falls. Doesn't take a lot of coaxing after that to get herself to sleep, but the nightmares, as per usual, are disappointingly consistent.
She's frowning back down at her glaives again, tightening a leather strap up. "β Am I doing this right?"
Erik snorts, amused. "Yeah, she's kinda like that." He likes Wysteria and all, but the woman could probably talk the bark off of a tree. He thinks she'd make an appropriately terrifying politician though.
Abby talks about wearing herself out and Erik nods along. He knows that song and dance well. "But then you're awake anyway, because of whatever shit." Nightmares and what the fuck ever else. "Prolly not the safest thing, combat trainin' in the dark like this, but I've done worse before."
He moves closer to see how she's fastening the glaives, shakes his head. "Nah, these have to overlap, like this. Otherwise it just slides the fuck off."
If he spoke it aloud, Abby would have to agree with that sentiment. Wholeheartedly.
"Yeah," is all she can really say to that, because it'sβ well, nail on the head, really, but she doesn't want to talk about that. The nightmares have been especially bad, lately. He's a stranger. No part of this conversation promises to gel.
The grieves are a good distraction for them both. She snorts at his direction, glancing up at the way he shows her his own to make sure she's doing it correctly. When they're on, she smacks them with the hilt of her weapon, and it makes a satisfying sound. "Thanks. Think I'm good without the rest. Have to get used to this first."
They shift with her as she gets to her feet, slightly weighty in a way she knows will mean her legs are going to be sore tomorrow. Fuck it. Abby relishes it.
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He certainly doesn't seem worried about it. Abby tries to draw on that, to reflect his casual behaviour; thankfully, his answer makes her snort.
"Sounds too good to be true. Butβ yeah. That why you're out training this late?"
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"I mean, that's part of it." He rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "Rest is some shit about how I can't sleep no way so I might's'well do somethin' useful with my damned time."
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At what he says next, she glances up, a hint of approval about her. "Same," she supplies, after a moment's pause, "Kinda used to having to wear myself out. Being in an unfamiliar place actually helps with that." Abby spends so much time out of the tower and learning new things that she's exhausted by the time evening falls. Doesn't take a lot of coaxing after that to get herself to sleep, but the nightmares, as per usual, are disappointingly consistent.
She's frowning back down at her glaives again, tightening a leather strap up. "β Am I doing this right?"
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Abby talks about wearing herself out and Erik nods along. He knows that song and dance well. "But then you're awake anyway, because of whatever shit." Nightmares and what the fuck ever else. "Prolly not the safest thing, combat trainin' in the dark like this, but I've done worse before."
He moves closer to see how she's fastening the glaives, shakes his head. "Nah, these have to overlap, like this. Otherwise it just slides the fuck off."
um did i mean grieves? mumble mumble mumble
"Yeah," is all she can really say to that, because it'sβ well, nail on the head, really, but she doesn't want to talk about that. The nightmares have been especially bad, lately. He's a stranger. No part of this conversation promises to gel.
The grieves are a good distraction for them both. She snorts at his direction, glancing up at the way he shows her his own to make sure she's doing it correctly. When they're on, she smacks them with the hilt of her weapon, and it makes a satisfying sound. "Thanks. Think I'm good without the rest. Have to get used to this first."
They shift with her as she gets to her feet, slightly weighty in a way she knows will mean her legs are going to be sore tomorrow. Fuck it. Abby relishes it.