Spirit Animals Oneshots

Reilin (Her Fool)

Just some Reilin stuff 🥰

Tw: Mature, swearing. Nothing smutty or taboo, but people kiss. So if you're as childish about it as I would be don't read it ffs. (Very fluffy btw)

< Rollan >

Meilin and I stood on opposite sides of the mat. So far, she had won four to three. Okay fine- four to one. My personal achievement was repeatedly bruising everywhere, so there's that.

She evened her gaze on me, a delicate strand of black falling over her eyes. Meilin cocked her head to the side, challenging, "Is that the best you can do Featherbrain?"

"I'm just getting started, Your Highness." I bowed, grinning from ear to ear.

Meilin and I recalled upon the nicknames often, it was our little play out right before we fought. For me it was a bit of a fond memory- despite the whole nearly dying and living with lifelong repercussions thing- all the adventures we had been on together and even those where we were apart. Specifically, being reunited with Meilin. It felt kind of like breaking out from yet another hellhole in my life. It was nothing short of free and exhilarating.

So much had happened, the years slipping by endlessly. As much as I tried to ignore it, there was just something about today that felt nostalgic in nature.

She sighed, "It's disrespectful to mock a General's daughter."

"It's disrespectful to tease an orphan."

"That's- that's not a thing!" Meilin said incredulously, "You're not even an orphan anymore."

"It so is a thing." I prepped my fighting stance. She did likewise, with an annoyed look on her face and a small roll to her eyes. As the mental clock ticked down in my head, I tightened my grip on the weapon.

Meilin swung her bo staff. It clashed with mine, and I drew back a little in surprise. Twisting sideways, I threw off her grip ever so slightly and seized the opportunity. It didn't take long for her to recover, blocking as I jabbed forward and nearly connected with her side.

She took the advantage, and I grunted as the staff pulled me off of my feet, a splintering pain travelling through my chest. I rolled out of the way as Meilin spun her weapon one-handed, projecting it towards what would have been my head. Instead it thumped against the ground, the vibration travelling through the floor boards.

My heightened senses were screaming at the sound and everything felt cloudy. I took a deep breath, shaking the distortion back into perspective. Meilin brought the bo staff down once again, in sure measurement. I hoisted myself up by hand, kicking at what I knew to be the falter with both legs, and jumped to my feet.

It did nothing to distract Meilin or seize her hold, the only evidence of change a competitive glare. The individual radiant hues of morning light played off of her best highlights, and it felt as though I could be entranced by her for years.

The both of us spun, contact echoing off of the walls with each hit. Meilin went high, and I ducked out of the way. She implicited no frustration at my dodge, choosing low and whirling the staff beneath me. I jumped, flipping to the side midair and landing on both feet behind her. At this point, I was sure in myself. That I had prepared for anything, and I was sure to win.

See, it was a stupid thought. I wasn't fighting against Conor or Abeke, or even Digger and Smiley. This was Meilin. You could have her empty handed, dangling above a volcano, and completely restrained- she'd still break free and kick your ass.