Title:
Breathe
Pairings: Slight A/S, if you squint really really
hard.
Rated: K
Notes: Easing my way into TPP
drabble-dom. Just a small look at their Academy days.
Meditation was supposed to help her hone her skills at seeking holes in the fine intricacies of the storylines. Openings were Doors, potential weaknesses and threats. Every student in the Labyrinth needed the ability to locate the Doors as quickly as possible. It was part of basic training.
Normally, the prodigy enjoyed the feeling of being infinite, the knowledge that a day here was an hour in the real world. It startled her how much she could learn in a lifetime. But she was twelve years old and fidgeting. She had built up a reputation for always having the answer – though she might not necessarily be the first one to have it – but she was at a complete loss as to why Instructor Lysander had dragged them out to the Snow Region. She was freezing. She opened one eye slowly, in what she hoped was a stealthy move. Everyone else was deep in thought, including her greatest rival.
His face was serious but peaceful.
He was beating her at this exercise, apparently. His hands were moving involuntarily in a series of seals, to some unknown pattern.
So she took a deep breath, and focused on the spider web, letting herself go as she sought the gaps.
And each time she breathed, a new link was forged.