*I do not own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
A fic inspired by ssomeone who I admire very much, but know that it perhaps could never be. Hope you like it.
She could not tell him, it was not right, to want something that could never be. Gunther's glare could cut her like shards of glass on soft flesh leaving a bloody trail. A laugh paired with a smile was enough to make her lose lunch on her not so better days. Really, it was not the way he looked, though he did not lack in that department, he just made her feel alive. He was a quick thinker, terribly smart despite what she thought of him when he teased her, and he always seemed to be around the corner. Either he was playing games or he really did not like her. With a sword in hand and Dragon flying in the skies, she was in want of nothing, at least that was what she told herself. He hated her, he must have. All they did was argue, he always had to be right, and that glare that could cut glass was a constant reminder to watch where she stepped. He was untouchable, and considering what her goals were, she did not have the luxury or the time.
Drawing back the bow string, the target was so close yet it was as if she was miles away. Jane held her wooden sword, concentrating on where she planned to strike the wooden dummy next. She barely acknowledged him unless they were beating each other up while Sir Ivon cheered. Had she really not known that he had been staring at her? Or was she playing mind games and being manipulative like most females did? No, Jane would not do that, she was not like other girls. Other girls whitened their skin with chalk, but Jane always had a healthy glow about her, attributed to her time in the sun. And she did not like elaborate hair ornaments and hairstyles, it was like she was born from nature, comfortable the way she was. Her leader skills, despite his envious nature, was incredible. She was willing to take charge, and she knew what she wanted, making her all the more admirable. He could not compare to her and besides, she hated him, she must have.
When their lesson was over they would have to part ways again at least for a little while, but not before passing each other, both going on opposite directions thinking "Do not tell me you love me, because I know it is not true"