lions-blade:

yesterdayson:

Barking out a laugh, Sef wrapped one arm around his shoulder, “Perhaps it seems, but look at it this way.”

Pulling away, he shifted around on his knees to stand in front of him. Grinning he reached out and cupped his hand with his own, the pads of his fingers stroking his callus skin. “Scrubbing day in and day out.” Scrunching up his nose, eyes stood fixated on the folds of his palm, “Heavy work that no one wants to consider let alone be doing it. But look!”

Grasping his arm, he rolled up his sleeve and touched his bicep. “Ne, ne. So strong. It will help in the long run no matter how shitty or tedious it may be.”

“As for the for the ‘old hags’,…building patience you can say.” Chuckling, he tapped his nose.

Swami flexed his arm, as though suddenly realizing the truth. “I… guess so! Never thought of it that way before, hmmm…” He stood up, brushing the dust from his worn, faded clothes. “I don’t think ‘patience’ is what I’m gonna get from that hag though. More like bruises and stale bread.”

Sef followed suit, brushing the grass blades clinging from his robes “Ne, ne.” Grasping his hands, he spun. “Swami, how about this. What if I was to accompany you to the market?”

Pink dusted his cheeks as his world spun, curls flopped over in the wind. “What do you say? We can go for confections after!”

lions-blade:

yesterdayson:

“Ne, ne.” Sef rolled to his knees, crossing his legs and settled next to him. “Where have you been?” slapping a hand on his shoulder.

Swami looked down at his knees and rubbed his close-shaved hair fretfully. “I’ve been ranking low in training, and that means more chores, like…

Barking out a laugh, Sef wrapped one arm around his shoulder, “Perhaps it seems, but look at it this way.”

Pulling away, he shifted around on his knees to stand in front of him. Grinning he reached out and cupped his hand with his own, the pads of his fingers stroking his callus skin. “Scrubbing day in and day out.” Scrunching up his nose, eyes stood fixated on the folds of his palm, “Heavy work that no one wants to consider let alone be doing it. But look!”

Grasping his arm, he rolled up his sleeve and touched his bicep. “Ne, ne. So strong. It will help in the long run no matter how shitty or tedious it may be.”

“As for the for the ‘old hags’,…building patience you can say.” Chuckling, he tapped his nose.

(Source: fabiolacavazza, via theknightofroma)