I should be writing a lab report.
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Three Warriors
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It wasn't that she was angry. She was, in fact, rather indifferent to it all. It seemed that, wherever she went, people thought that the dour expression on her face was meant to convey discontent with the world.
But that was just Annie.
And she wasn't about to change who she was.
She never minded, but she could feel. He was in the background, yet he stood out like a miserable bruise to the cheekbone. He sulked, but quietly. He was always nervously sweating away, trying not to fiddle and shift and tug at his sleeves, putting on a stern face when he wanted to.
But Annie felt his eyes on her, dependent eyes, soft eyes, kind eyes.
And she didn't mind when he reached over just to touch her shoulder and maybe, just maybe, hold her hand.
Annoyed was the wrong word to describe how she felt. She could not brush away the insistency with which he approached her, the furrowed set to his brow and the overtly grim set to his jaw. He preached and he comforted, he was two things at once and yet neither at the same time. She worried, inwardly, because he smiled too easily at the rest of them.
But Annie didn't try to fix his words when he claimed to be a "soldier", because she knew that he'd remember to be a "warrior" when it counted.
And when he threw back his hood and brandished his blade with intent clear as day, she took him into her hands and pretended she never had to let go.
/chapter
okay.
I think I enjoy little chapters. :D