🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

39. Trivia: Seesaw

"Come on, try harder!"

"I'm trying!"

"I don't think so!"

The energy stimulated a little bit  more than what was previously being emitted and with a sudden little blast, Taehyung concluded his ninety fifth trial for the evening with a heavy panting. His hands were starting to hurt really bad. It's been a week since he had started training with the Wallflower coven, and the only progress he had made so far was being able to gradually increase the amount of energy he released. There was no control whatsoever and it was more like the energy was itself pulling the strings, instead of him.

"All right, take five."

"Ten please!"  Taehyung whined.

Genevieve was a very strict teacher. According to her, witchcraft (although Taehyung was opposed to the idea of his power being something like that), is no some delicate art where all there will ever be is butterflies and fairy dust. The nature's energy is what keeps this whole universe running and to harness and channel that, one has to train their body as well as mind to be nothing less than a warrior.

The witches were really helpful. Sometimes one of them would heal his palms from all the pain, because he had a job to do requiring fully functional hands. But today, that vile woman whom his lover oh so admired told him that he needs to learn  how to recover his wounds himself.

He is going to use his extra dramatic facade to expose the wrongdoings to Youngsun.

"Come on! Hydrate and get up!"

A growl formed at Taehyung's throat.

"I think I'm done for the day.... "

"Down already young man?"

It was Lady Serena. Taehyung stood up from the grass and bowed deeply in front of her while the Lady acknowledged him and sat on the ground too, him following after.

"Genevieve, be a doll and sort the scrolls on my table according to timeline, would you?"

"Yes milady." She bowed too and left.

"I'm sorry I'm disappointing you...." He hung his head low, pressing softly on his hand cartilages where it hurt the most.

"Don't say that. Rome wasn't made in a single day, was it?"

"But at least I should have made some progress right? It's as if I never moved an inch from where I started!"

He was frustrated and he made sure to express it out loud in his words. He was always natural with his hands that needed intricacy and patience, but now....

"...it's as if something other than myself is trying to do this, in a different way."

The Lady stared at him fondly as he complained with a pout. This is something Taehyung appreciated in her, she always acknowledges the other person's feelings, no matter how stupid that is, before leading them down to the correct path. 

"Well then tell me....." A blue Monarch flew out of nowhere and landed on the Lady's articulate finger. "What is it you're thinking when you're releasing the energy?"

"I...." Taehyung looked at his hands, "I'm visualizing the energy generating... umm... somewhere inside me and flowing through my hands, coming out of my palms."

"Now humor me, when you're drawing blood from a vein or dressing a wound, where does your focus stay? Does it stay on the instruments you're holding or to the part of the body you're using it on?"

Taehyung kept his eyes fixed on the Lady's face but in his mind he was seeing something else. He never thought of this before but he realized while pricking the needle, he only notices the position and elasticity of the vein or during dressing, all he can see is the exposed wound and his hands just know what to do; how much pressure is needed to be applied or how perfectly the gauze needs to be wiped.