Prompt: "matching wits, matching swords"
Pairings: Edmund/Peridan
Content Warnings: N/A
Chapter 31: Venus takes Mars to bed
Fencing, after you achieve a certain of level of competency, becomes a dance-one steps forward, the other retreats, like leading in a waltz-and if you're careful, it's hardly a struggle to hold a conversation.
Well, in theory.
"What is the matter, my king? No witty verbal riposte to go with your literal one?"
"If your feet moved half as fast as your tongue," Edmund began before lunging forward, forcing Peridan's epee up high as he locked it with his own sword. He leaned forward and pressed a peck to Peridan's lips before smacking Peridan's sword away and forcing him back. "I'd actually be in real trouble."
Peridan blinked, off guard in many ways. "I don't believe that's a legal tactic."
"Ah, well, all's fair in love and war and all that. Care for another go?"
Peridan slowly smiled. "Lets."
