|
Post by Gareth Dufort on Jul 30, 2024 17:47:10 GMT
[Tag for: Jemos Ravenbrow ] Gareth Dufort walked into the training yard with a purposeful stride, his eyes scanning the area for his favored pupil, Jemos. He spotted her practicing a series of swift, precise movements, her white-blonde hair glinting in the sunlight as she executed a flawless spin. A slight smile touched Gareth’s lips; her speed and skill were ever so impressive. Approaching her with his usual calm demeanor, he cleared his throat to get her attention. "Jemos," He called out, his voice steady and authoritative. "I was thinking of setting up a light sparring session. It’s been some time since we’ve had a chance to test our skills against one another. Are you available?"Gareth watched her, stepping back to give her space. As he waited, he couldn’t help but admire her determination and grace. It was moments like these that reminded him of the deep bond he shared with his pupils, a bond built on mutual respect and a shared dedication to their craft. But there had always been something more there with Jemos.
|
|
|
Post by Jemos Ravenbrow on Jul 30, 2024 22:16:17 GMT
Sweat beaded down her forehead, splashing down her cheeks and off her chin so when she struck out in the usual smooth swing it cascaded off of her. She was in her element in the training yard as always and very few things or people could ever break that concentration but one man could, one man's voice for years now had pulled Jemos into places she never went. When Gareth called her name that heavy feeling in her stomach doubled and perhaps she became a tad bit more perky, but still after all these years feelings she'd never shared for another person much less a man tried to bury themselves at the same time.
"My Lord Dufort," she found herself able to speak despite the breath she held when he spoke to her, his even and low calm voice that was always oozing with respect and authority how it made the words usually want to freeze in her throat, "I would enj- I would uh like to spar," he was much older than Jemos as she turned to face her mentor. The pair had spent years and years and years training together, her brother had set them up as he respected Gareth to the fullest.
He was a bit taller than him and his streaks of gray shined in the sun, she'd seen him bare chested countless times (without his knowledge) and his body hadn't ever reflected his age. His arms were cut and muscular, sometimes she longed to touch him without a blade or a spar...a deep seeded feeling she always just stomped down, but she couldn't hide the feelings inside and how he made her feel.
If she were to be truthful, Gareth Dufort would be the perfect husband for her but there was...there was no way he'd want someone so young? Someone he'd watch grow up before his eyes, not the young woman he gave a recommendation for to be a Royal Guard.
"Hands or ax Ser Gareth?" she asked with a slight smile, "I can go easy with either of course," she asked with a hint of jest. The voice in the back of her head hoped for hands and how she hoped that it turned into a wrestling spar so she could tou-...heat from somewhere (not on her face thankfully) cut the thought short.
|
|
|
Post by Gareth Dufort on Jul 30, 2024 23:04:41 GMT
Gareth had never married, though not because he had not desire for such a match. He had always considered himself much too focused on his military career to want to take a wife just to leave her alone all the time. Plus, he’d never quite found that person who awoke those desires inside him. The man was fifty-two, but that hardly reflected in his body or mind. He’d had his fair share of trysts or nights spent with a working girl, but that wasn’t how he wanted to spend his time.
Watching Jemos stirred something inside him, and he’d long since given up on trying to deny his attraction to the younger woman. But, as her instructor and teacher; he had never made any move that could be seen as inappropriate toward her. In fact, she was quite easily his best pupil. He never hesitated to be just as intense in sparring with her as he would any other student. But those eyes… sometimes she made things rather hard for him. But he was always respectful. Anything that might possibly be mistaken as her having interest in him beyond that of her mentor; was brushed aside as wishful thinking. No one as young and beautiful as her wanted to be courted by someone like him.
He couldn’t help the amused smile that pulled at the corners of his lips when she greet him and seemed to speak a touch more quickly over herself in agreeing to spar with him. But, she had agreed and he nodded. “Wonderful, do you need a moment before we move to begin?” He asked as let his eyes take her in.
Gareth had been her mentor for many years, had watched her grow from a young girl into a fierce woman that anyone would be proud to stand beside and fight to protect their kingdom. And perhaps in a more selfish move, recommended her to the Royal Guard so she would still be close. He couldn’t help it. Despite having known her most of her life, he found her captivating. And her gift to manipulate the weather had always impressed him. She would make someone a fine life partner, he only hoped it wasn’t to some ignorant fool who thought to keep her as simply their ‘wife’. She was much too impressive for anyone with such a narrow mind.
He had been quite distracted by his thoughts that Gareth nearly missed Jemos’ question. He chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, I know better than to pick up a weapon against you. Hands this time.” Weapons weren’t near as personal. He feign a look of offense and clutched a hand to his chest. “Jemos, you wound my pride saying such a thing…” He gave a wide grin as he stepped closer, his blue eyes looking down at her with a hint of amusement. “Don’t you dare go easy on me, or I might feel guilty for besting you.”
|
|
|
Post by Jemos Ravenbrow on Aug 18, 2024 15:49:00 GMT
Jemos smirked before she started to remove some of her training armor, when she was done with that Jemos was barefooted and stripped down to just her basic training gear; a low cut white top that exposed a set of four abs, and pale soft skin. Her trousers hugged her calves as she lined up across from her handsome mentor.
The moment he stepped forward mid sentence of '-dare go easy on me, or I,' Jemos struck out to grab the man's wrist, twisting with the wrist the blonde would drive her shoulder into Gareths hard midsection, pulling down to leverage herself under him while using his size and upper half to topple head first over Jemos...low centered and using surprise was her first strike.
He couldn't truly believe she'd ever go easy? He wouldn't know that every time given the choice to train she hoped he picked hand to hand, because Jemos liked feeling him...close...he was strong for a man his age and she liked that...sometimes she liked to let him win once or twice with a pin..but Jemos didn't like losing either.
|
|
|
Post by Gareth Dufort on Aug 18, 2024 18:36:42 GMT
Gareth felt the surprise hit him as Jemos moved with a speed and precision that belied her slender frame. Her sudden attack had him off balance, but he recovered quickly, his years of experience kicking in. As he was pulled over her shoulder, he twisted his body mid-air, managing to land on his feet, albeit with a stumble. He couldn't help but let out a soft grunt of approval.
"That was a good move." He said, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and amusement. She'd caught him off guard, which wasn't an easy feat. It reminded him once again of how far she'd come under his guidance. There was no doubt that she was a formidable fighter, and if he wasn't careful, she'd have him flat on his back in no time.
But Gareth was not one to back down from a challenge, especially not from her. "You know, Jemos," He began, circling her with measured steps. "If you keep fighting like this, I might start thinking you enjoy our little matches a bit too much." He allowed a playful smirk to touch his lips, blue eyes locked onto hers.
Her closeness was not lost on him. The way she had shed her armor, the way her skin gleamed under the low light of the training hall—it was all a reminder of the woman she had become. A woman who, despite the years they had known each other, still managed to make his heart beat just a little faster.
He moved quickly then, aiming to close the distance between them. His hands reached out, not for a strike, but to grasp her shoulders, intending to throw her off balance as he shifted his weight forward. "Let’s see if you can keep me down this time." He challenged, his voice low and filled with a mix of determination and something else—something he kept carefully hidden beneath the surface.
She wanted to feel him close? Well, he had no intention of holding back either.
|
|