A/N: Any thing, one, or place you may recognize belongs solely to the wonderful Kristen Britain.
Prompt: A Weapon with Bed Head
Some days Sergeant Brienne Quinn of the Black Shields truly hated her unruly hair. Today was one of those days. No matter what she did, her short, dark, curly hair simply refused to cooperate. She could brush it a thousand times and pour just as many of those oily hair concoctions on her scalp ad her stubborn hair would still be pointing in all sorts of crazy directions. Brienne sighed, if she didn't have that little shred of vanity niggling in the back of her mind she'd have simply chopped it all off and been done with it. Finally just giving it up as a lost cause, Brienne straightened her uniform and headed for the practice yards where she had a session with Drent this morning. This certainly was not an auspicious start to her day.
When she reached the castle's practice yards, Brienne found Drent waiting for her along with Willis and Donal. The matching gleam in her fellow Weapons' eyes when they saw her did little to improve her mood.
"Nice of you to join us this morning Sergeant Quinn," Drent drawled as she reached them. Brienne could easily sympathize with Karigan's strong dislike of the arms master this morning.
"I'm sure she had a good reason for being late this morning," Willis said, giving her rumpled hair a suggestive glance. Brienne just glowered at him. Willis stood there with a subtle smile playing at his lips.
"There are no good reasons for being late," Drent growled. Apparently she wasn't the only one in a foul mood this morning. Although, Drent was always in a foul mood. That just seemed to be his base line.
"Right then, Brienne and Willis, let's see what you've got this morning."
Willis and Brienne stepped into the practice ring, drawing their blades.
"Have a good night?" he asked her with a wink as they took their stances.
"I did actually, but you're not about to have a very good morning," she shot back, giving him a wicked grin that wiped all traces of his previous mockery off of his face.
"Begin!" Drent called.
Brienne launched into her attack without preamble. Willis met her sword with his and the resulting clang echoed across the early morning practice yards. The sounds of their blades meeting in their deadly dance soon filled the morning air. Their boots stirred up a fine cloud of dust and despite the cool morning air they were both soon coated in a sheen of sweat. They began to collect an audience as more people started to arrive in the yard and stopped to watch the two Weapons.
Brienne's only focus was on disarming her opponent. She kept a steady barrage of blows coming at him so that he barely had a chance to get a blow in himself. They continued this back and forth for several more minutes before Brienne saw her opening and seized it. Before Willis knew what was happening, his sword went flying and he found himself on his stomach in the dirt with his arms pinned behind his back. Brienne's sword was pointed at the back of his neck.
She leaned forward and whispered, "Did you have a good night?" She felt him laugh beneath her and grinned as she let him go and got to her feet.
Willis stood and gave her a roguish smile, "I had an excellent night."
A/N: By now you all should know the drill, but I'll say it anyways. I would love to know what you think. No really, I would love to know. Please leave me a message after this note.~ Naomi.