PistolandSword

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He closes his eyes and molds closer to her his body pressing slightly with hers the warmth they held as one made Jin tremble slightly then stop.He then pulled back slightly his face still barely a breath away his eyes on her and he smiled shyly.
 
As soon as he pulled back, a roses blush covered Isabella's cheeks. His breath gently against her face did not help. Her eyes could not move off of his. She told his hand and placed it over her heart which was beating like crazy for him.
 
Jin felt her heart beat and he blushed not really knowing why he rested his head on hers and stared at her as he started to get lost in her eyes he saw nothing but her.He wasn't able to think at call as if he was brain washed when they were together.
 
Isabella giggled softly as her forehead rested against his. She rosy blush would not retreat as his hand rested over her heart. It was very simple the feelings she felt, but they made things so complicated. She knew they would make things hard around the house. She did not care though. Her only want was to be with Jin in that moment.
 
He smiled at her giggle and held his hand flat over her heart beat.Jin wanted to hold her forever and let her ask him any random question that popped in her mind he would answer all of them no matter what they were.He placed a hand on her rosy cheek feeling its warmth under his finger tips.
 
She blushed only heavier under his touch. It felt so natural against her skin. Then her mind trailed off a moment to his sword which sat near them. She wondered why he had them out. "Why do you have your swords out?" she asked calmly with a gentle smile.
 
He looked to his blades and back to her "I was going to practice my sword art to ease my mind"he started to drift in to thought again.
 
She smiled and stood up from his lap. "I would not mid seeing," she admitted and walked over to his pallet of a bed. She took a seat on it and gestured for him to do what he was going to.
 
He glances to her and nods "Ok then"standing up he grabs both his blades and holds one on each side.He stood straight and slowed his breath down.
 
She smiled softly watching him. She had seen if fighting style before, but not had the chance to apperciate it yet. Her loves of the arts made her even a little excited to see what he was about to do.
 
With a gentle breath he began his sword art.Quickly he gashed the air with simple. Swings as his light attacks.
 
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Her eyes flickered as she watched him. His strikes struck awe in her eyes even more. She watched him very closer taking in his every movement.
 
He twirled the blade and moved swiftly threw each swipe without any second thoughts the blades danced in his hands.
 
Isabella felt inspired by how beautiful his movements were. She dreamed of having artist skill in such a field. She had always felt more natural with guns in her hands.
 
Jins swipes became more heavier each swing cutting the air.Though how cuts became heavy his movement still moved at a fast speed.
 
Isabella found herself holding her breath. She let it out and chuckled lightly at herself. Her imagination ran wild picturing herself sparing with him.
 
The dim light bounced off of his blades and they seemed to have a faint glow.Each move was swift and careful.He finally came to a stop holding his blades at his side.He as breathing a bit heavy but other than that looked fine.
 
She clapped softly with a bright smile. "That was amazing," she praised him. She wondered how long it took him to learn. So she asked instead, "When did you start learning the ways of the sword?"
 
He looked to her then felt the memory of it sink in.Jin recalled the events like they weren't that long ago ....he remembered the headmasters forcing him to do the moves and getting a hard punch to the face if he refused to take the blades.He was only eight years old and the horrible things they did to him still was burned in his mind the sleepless nights,The beatings,The constant pushing to finish his work out,The nights he spent in the dark room with no sheets or lights just a hole full of spiders,snakes,and bugs if he showed fear.The memory was like a punch in his chest....he took a moment to recover from the thought and looked to Isabella and answered her question"Since I was 8".
 
She saw the horror of one remembering a traumatic event. His answer was simple but sad because she could tell by the look in his eyes it was not something pleasant. She stood to her feet and walked over to him. Her arms wrapped around him. She did not fear the blades in his hands. They were not danger because they were held by him.
 
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