swords men

grown up a bit

Moving and fast, type was sparring with a top elite swordsman, to be moving fast, quick with precision. Type couldn't help but to use what he used from tharn with his mix to be really taking this person down.
Aawut stood to the back to eye over this to make a face.
Type then moved perfectly with the other to then eventually get the advantage to then bring the other down to topple over to have his sword to his neck, for aawut to move himself away with phone to his hand to then go to them to stay a bit away to eye down.
"Still the same time, also...... Think you need to start to train to kill."
Types eyes widened to then move back for the other to breathe heavily to lay himself flat to gulp and hard, type then turned to go and place his sword to the rack to leave for aawut to then eye.
"Excuse me!? Did I say you could go?"
Type flipped off aawut to leave for him to widen his eyes to shake his head.
Still a cheeky little brat!
Aawut then turned to eye the other.
"You, get the fuck up, your coming with me!"
The other moved there head up to sign to then get up to follow.
Going about, type had his hands into his pants to know he was probably going to get punished by his father but didn't care, he was barely there mentally, he was still getting over his break up with tharn, and was getting ready to have to see him in 7 months when he turned 18. That was weighing on him and a lot. He knew he was going to kill him, type wasn't stupid and his father was trying to train him to kill and type was not going to do that.
Passing through the hall, type stopped for a moment to then look up to see sulina with someone who looked to type to eye him over to make a face to then go a different way for type to eye down to grit his teeth.
They had a distant and complex relationship. Type now every now and then would sleep with sulina but hadn't in quite a bit, other then asking him if he had anything on his nanny, which was always no, the two just didn't connect, type knew he needed more time before he tried to pursue any thing with him.
Type took in a deep breath to then go forward to walk about the house, has he didn't really want to go to his room, even though he got himself all new furniture, a new bed, changed the colors to his walls, type couldn't get the memories out however.
Going about, type then went outside to go before the little fish pool to sit to have his hands together to look to them to watch them swim to take in deep breathes to have a distant stare.
Type then took in a very deep breathe to lift his head back to look over the night sky to eye over the stars to look about.
You will get through this. Time always helps.
Type closed his eyes to take in very deep breathes to feel the wind go about his face, to feel the coldness, to hear the water going, type was grounding himself.
Signing, he then opened his eyes to then relook to the pool.
When you are ready, you owe sulina. Owe him big.
Type gritted his teeth to then get up to turn to head back to his house with a face.
What else can I do? Finished training, know my teacher says I'm where I need to be with my school work, don't have any homework to do, cleaned my whole room, mmm....... What the fuck can I do?
Type went in to see others moving about who didn't look to him, to roll his eyes to go about.
Wish I had more friends, only seem to be connected to sulina, is it me? Or because I'm my father's son?
Type signed.
Maybe that's something I need to work on, making more friends here.
Type stopped to eye about to shake his head.
Naaaah! After this messed up sword competition, I plan to leave, I do not want to take over this shit, I will leave, find my nanny and get the hell out of here! Just need to let that to myself.
Type took in a deep breathe to then go forward to continue to think.
There has to be something I can do. Just want time to speed up, just want this competition to be over, has I plan to render tharn unconscious so he can't kill me then get the fuck out of here!
Type then moved his head up to then go about.
Guess can go swimming...... Again this week....
Type signed to go forth to then lay to his back to weigh in the pool to be eyeing up.
I hate this...... Hate my life......
Type closed his eyes has he weighed to make sure he was thinking other things, he didn't want to think about tharn he also didn't want the negative thoughts to creep in has they were making him a tad suicidal.
Type took in a deep breathe to then turn to place his head under the water to keep his body up, to make sure his ears were under to have his eyes opened to look about, type then furrowed his brow has it was getting harder to stay under, was getting harder to breathe, type balled his have into fists to be surrounded by nothing but peace.
This...... Would be a great way to go..... So quiet..... So........
Type then started to lose conscious for him to then become confused.
He swore he could hear someone cuss to then jump into the pool, then the world about type went black for him, for him to then wonder, what was going on. To think for a split second about tharn, which caused types mind to really go under.