[ota] shake me, break me....

[maskofhearts.livejournal.com]

There was always a chance of injury when sparring. Particularly when sparring with someone that you were particularly competitive with (like ones brother). Hadyn didn't even remember how it happened, other than a series of complicated moves, and progressively annoyed Jordan. He'd lost his knife, but thanks to Elisha's training over the past year, losing his knife was no longer the most worrisome thing in a match.

He'd blocked a slashing motion from Jordan, and had moved to step in and disarm his brother when Jordan suddenly (and unexpectedly) changed tactics. He let go have his knife and latched on to Hadyn's arm before he was able to adjust and scramble back- and then, between his own twisting, and Jordan's- he felt the searing, hot pain rip through is shoulder as he came crashing down on it, Jordan having flipped him, almost without his notice, onto the training mat.

Surely people would forgive him for looking pained as he gets his shoulder iced and wrapped before heading to the theatre to work.

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[heartsthespades.livejournal.com]

Jordan didn't actually point out that it was entirely Hadyn's fault. But it was, of course, and Jordan's face said it all for him.

"Hold still," he said. "It's going to bruise, you know." Of course Hadyn knew. It wasn't the first time one of them had separated their shoulder in a sparring match.

"Elisha's going to throw a fit, you know."

[dreamsofwords.livejournal.com]

"Henry is going to throw a rage-fit." He almost wanted to see it, Alasdair thought as he leaned in the door with a box in his hands. The DeWitt Family Revelry was over - it mostly involved eating until they were almost sick and ripping into presents, anyway - and he had a house to move into, the perfect excuse for escaping questions about he and Elani.

"Want some ibuprofen? I have some in this box, I think."