[ Anya doesn't even know what to say to that, so she focuses on getting back to Jon's apartment after her day of searching for a job she finds tolerable. She hangs up her coat and looks around for her patron. ]
[He was in the living room, sitting with Ghost as he often did, staring out the window. While this world was unfamiliar in landscape and so much else, the view reminded him of the Wall, how far he could see and how small he felt.
He nodded at Anya, getting to his feet to greet here. There was a long box on the table waiting for her. Inside was a narrow, thin blade, light enough that it could be easily wielded by a novice and a sturdy enough for a woman.]
[ Anya drew in a breath, surprised and stunned at how pretty and well made the blade was. She picked it up carefully by the hilt, the point towards the ceiling, and studied it in quiet awe. ]
[ Well, lighter than she would have expected, at least. As for balance, she doesn't know much about stores, but...she carefully extends her arm to see if it feels wrong, or makes her arm feel tired just to hold it. ]
[ Anya let Jon guide her arm, then when she had some distance from him took a few careful practice swings of her own. ]
I'm used to hard work. [ Her arms were already fairly strong, she'd done a lot of manual labor in Russia. But finesse, muscle memory, form, those would all need a great deal of work. ]
[She was kind that way and eager to please. It made the state of their situations all the more painful for him, he had no desire to treat her as anything less than his equal.]
Only suspicions about this place. I don't know for certain if they are watching us or not, but I would like somewhere that they haven't prepared for us. Somewhere that is known to be safe.
[ Anya shifts her weight a little as she takes another test swing, going on instinct rather than training; fencing was not something that her father thought it important his daughters learn. ]
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[ Forgive Anya for looking more than a little stunned. ]
Sorry, I--I've never really...been given a gift before.
[ Not a gift without a multitude of strings attached, thanks Dmitry. ]
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[Which made him negligent as a Dom for her, given he was to pay her expenses.]
But it is something you will like, I hope.
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I'll be home soon.
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I think about you more than you might know.
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Jon?
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He nodded at Anya, getting to his feet to greet here. There was a long box on the table waiting for her. Inside was a narrow, thin blade, light enough that it could be easily wielded by a novice and a sturdy enough for a woman.]
You need something to practice with.
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It's beautiful.
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[He watched her, helping to adjust her hand until she was holding it properly.]
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[ Well, lighter than she would have expected, at least. As for balance, she doesn't know much about stores, but...she carefully extends her arm to see if it feels wrong, or makes her arm feel tired just to hold it. ]
It seems good to me? How does it look?
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[He stepped behind her, helping her how to move the blade just to give her an idea how to swing it.]
You need to practice every day. Your arm will get stronger.
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[ Anya let Jon guide her arm, then when she had some distance from him took a few careful practice swings of her own. ]
I'm used to hard work. [ Her arms were already fairly strong, she'd done a lot of manual labor in Russia. But finesse, muscle memory, form, those would all need a great deal of work. ]
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[He leaned against the arm of his chair, watching her with a soft expression.]
I was thinking that maybe it would be better if we move from this place to another tower? It is owned by a friend and she's offered us another flat.
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[ She knew he was asking for her input, and she appreciated it, but it was truly that simple, given the difference in their assigned stations. ]
Is there any particular reason you want to move?
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[She was kind that way and eager to please. It made the state of their situations all the more painful for him, he had no desire to treat her as anything less than his equal.]
Only suspicions about this place. I don't know for certain if they are watching us or not, but I would like somewhere that they haven't prepared for us. Somewhere that is known to be safe.
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[ Anya shifts her weight a little as she takes another test swing, going on instinct rather than training; fencing was not something that her father thought it important his daughters learn. ]
Who is your friend that owns this place?
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He tensed, uncertain how she might feel about all of this and a bit uneasy mentioning one of his other lovers.]
Her name is Daenerys Targaryen. She's from my world.