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The wedding was getting closer and closer and that meant he was getting close and close to get something he had wanted since he was a teenager - Theodora of Leventi.
He couldn't rightly count how many times, during his various military campaigns and engagements, he had cast his thoughts back to that perfect day on the beach. Theo was only a child then, Achilleas himself barely free of his own childhood. But even then, he had known that one day, they would be married. In the small hours of the morning, marching endlessly across lands afar, his body numb from exhaustion or severe weather, these were when his mind wondered to find nicer things. And his nice thoughts, that weren't drenched in blood, or missing heads of limbs, materialized as Theo. He knew they were destined for one another. This thought alone was possibly the only thing that ever brought him back from his infamous blood rage on the battlefield. Just the thought of her was enough.
Naturally, Theo had changed significantly since that last day they met; she was a woman now. Strong, intelligent and incredibly beautiful, as she always had been, as she always would be. She was every bit the Princess she may still one day become. Killie hadn't had the chance to spend much time with her alone since the announcement, and of course, the Creed attack. He wasn't sure how much she had changed personality-wise. Was she that playful, innocent but wise beyond her years little girl? Or had she left that part of her behind on that beach?
However she had changed, whatever her experiences were in his absence all these years, Killie had long ago accepted them, always knowing that she would be waiting for him to return, to take her as his own, and he hers. To follow on that promise he had made on the beach. That kiss.
He had always known.
Given everything that had happened since that fateful dinner, there had been very little opportunity for Achilleas to celebrate his new union with his best friend, his dear younger brother, and indeed, his Best Man. He needed to see him, to talk with him about his impending marriage. He wanted to hear his thoughts on the matter. He wanted to know he had his brother's support.
Of course, Killie had no reason to doubt Emilios would be anything but happy for him, maybe a little sulky, but never upset with the news. They were brothers, after all, and friends after that.
Achilleas waited somewhat anxiously in the courtyard, nervous excitement brewing and bubbling at the chance to finally be able to share with someone how happy he was. He paced nervously in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back, one holding an old sparring sword loosely. He had been having a bit of a practice as he waited, but it did nothing to soothe his nerves. And so the pacing had begun.
He hoped Emilios would arrive soon and relieve his discomfort.
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The wedding was getting closer and closer and that meant he was getting close and close to get something he had wanted since he was a teenager - Theodora of Leventi.
He couldn't rightly count how many times, during his various military campaigns and engagements, he had cast his thoughts back to that perfect day on the beach. Theo was only a child then, Achilleas himself barely free of his own childhood. But even then, he had known that one day, they would be married. In the small hours of the morning, marching endlessly across lands afar, his body numb from exhaustion or severe weather, these were when his mind wondered to find nicer things. And his nice thoughts, that weren't drenched in blood, or missing heads of limbs, materialized as Theo. He knew they were destined for one another. This thought alone was possibly the only thing that ever brought him back from his infamous blood rage on the battlefield. Just the thought of her was enough.
Naturally, Theo had changed significantly since that last day they met; she was a woman now. Strong, intelligent and incredibly beautiful, as she always had been, as she always would be. She was every bit the Princess she may still one day become. Killie hadn't had the chance to spend much time with her alone since the announcement, and of course, the Creed attack. He wasn't sure how much she had changed personality-wise. Was she that playful, innocent but wise beyond her years little girl? Or had she left that part of her behind on that beach?
However she had changed, whatever her experiences were in his absence all these years, Killie had long ago accepted them, always knowing that she would be waiting for him to return, to take her as his own, and he hers. To follow on that promise he had made on the beach. That kiss.
He had always known.
Given everything that had happened since that fateful dinner, there had been very little opportunity for Achilleas to celebrate his new union with his best friend, his dear younger brother, and indeed, his Best Man. He needed to see him, to talk with him about his impending marriage. He wanted to hear his thoughts on the matter. He wanted to know he had his brother's support.
Of course, Killie had no reason to doubt Emilios would be anything but happy for him, maybe a little sulky, but never upset with the news. They were brothers, after all, and friends after that.
Achilleas waited somewhat anxiously in the courtyard, nervous excitement brewing and bubbling at the chance to finally be able to share with someone how happy he was. He paced nervously in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back, one holding an old sparring sword loosely. He had been having a bit of a practice as he waited, but it did nothing to soothe his nerves. And so the pacing had begun.
He hoped Emilios would arrive soon and relieve his discomfort.
Achilleas just couldn't be more sure of himself.
The wedding was getting closer and closer and that meant he was getting close and close to get something he had wanted since he was a teenager - Theodora of Leventi.
He couldn't rightly count how many times, during his various military campaigns and engagements, he had cast his thoughts back to that perfect day on the beach. Theo was only a child then, Achilleas himself barely free of his own childhood. But even then, he had known that one day, they would be married. In the small hours of the morning, marching endlessly across lands afar, his body numb from exhaustion or severe weather, these were when his mind wondered to find nicer things. And his nice thoughts, that weren't drenched in blood, or missing heads of limbs, materialized as Theo. He knew they were destined for one another. This thought alone was possibly the only thing that ever brought him back from his infamous blood rage on the battlefield. Just the thought of her was enough.
Naturally, Theo had changed significantly since that last day they met; she was a woman now. Strong, intelligent and incredibly beautiful, as she always had been, as she always would be. She was every bit the Princess she may still one day become. Killie hadn't had the chance to spend much time with her alone since the announcement, and of course, the Creed attack. He wasn't sure how much she had changed personality-wise. Was she that playful, innocent but wise beyond her years little girl? Or had she left that part of her behind on that beach?
However she had changed, whatever her experiences were in his absence all these years, Killie had long ago accepted them, always knowing that she would be waiting for him to return, to take her as his own, and he hers. To follow on that promise he had made on the beach. That kiss.
He had always known.
Given everything that had happened since that fateful dinner, there had been very little opportunity for Achilleas to celebrate his new union with his best friend, his dear younger brother, and indeed, his Best Man. He needed to see him, to talk with him about his impending marriage. He wanted to hear his thoughts on the matter. He wanted to know he had his brother's support.
Of course, Killie had no reason to doubt Emilios would be anything but happy for him, maybe a little sulky, but never upset with the news. They were brothers, after all, and friends after that.
Achilleas waited somewhat anxiously in the courtyard, nervous excitement brewing and bubbling at the chance to finally be able to share with someone how happy he was. He paced nervously in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back, one holding an old sparring sword loosely. He had been having a bit of a practice as he waited, but it did nothing to soothe his nerves. And so the pacing had begun.
He hoped Emilios would arrive soon and relieve his discomfort.
He was absolutely exhausted.
While Achilleas had been busy hunting down the Creed, Emilios had focused his energies on the city itself. The hard labor felt far more focusing than hunting down those who had caused the destruction. And it was far more distracting as well. He didn’t have to think about the fact that his brother was going to marry the woman he loved. He didn’t have to think about how he had lost his chance to have her.
And he certainly didn’t have to think about the sounds of her moan underneath Achilleas. Or the look of victory on his face when she took his name.
No, it was better for him to do the physical labor of tearing down the structures that weren’t slavagable. It helped him deal with a bit of the bitterness of their last encounter. He didn’t smell her on his skin when he was drenched in sweat, nor did he hear her moans as the men around him groaned in pain. He didn’t focus on the underlying betrayal, not knowing what he did. How could he be upset with her when she thought it was him she was to marry? And now, with the agreement in place, how could he ask his family to go against their word now? It didn’t matter what he wanted. And he knew that his father wouldn’t think love a good enough reason to break it.
The last person he wanted to see as soon as he walked into the courtyard of their home was Achilleas, and yet, there he was. The man was bouncing on his heels, almost giddy. Dirty and sweaty, all he wanted to do was find a bath and his bed, but there was no way he was going to have that option. Instead, he forced a smile on his face to greet the man who had taken just about everything from him.
”Don’t you look… annoying.” His voice was light as he playfully shoved his brother’s shoulder. ”What’s got you so thrilled?” It had been a few days since he’d seen him, both too busy with their own focuses to help the kingdom. And while Emilios held his quiet bitterness close to his heart, he could not hate his brother. How could he have known? While Theo had told him about the engagement, he wasn’t supposed to know about it otherwise.
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He was absolutely exhausted.
While Achilleas had been busy hunting down the Creed, Emilios had focused his energies on the city itself. The hard labor felt far more focusing than hunting down those who had caused the destruction. And it was far more distracting as well. He didn’t have to think about the fact that his brother was going to marry the woman he loved. He didn’t have to think about how he had lost his chance to have her.
And he certainly didn’t have to think about the sounds of her moan underneath Achilleas. Or the look of victory on his face when she took his name.
No, it was better for him to do the physical labor of tearing down the structures that weren’t slavagable. It helped him deal with a bit of the bitterness of their last encounter. He didn’t smell her on his skin when he was drenched in sweat, nor did he hear her moans as the men around him groaned in pain. He didn’t focus on the underlying betrayal, not knowing what he did. How could he be upset with her when she thought it was him she was to marry? And now, with the agreement in place, how could he ask his family to go against their word now? It didn’t matter what he wanted. And he knew that his father wouldn’t think love a good enough reason to break it.
The last person he wanted to see as soon as he walked into the courtyard of their home was Achilleas, and yet, there he was. The man was bouncing on his heels, almost giddy. Dirty and sweaty, all he wanted to do was find a bath and his bed, but there was no way he was going to have that option. Instead, he forced a smile on his face to greet the man who had taken just about everything from him.
”Don’t you look… annoying.” His voice was light as he playfully shoved his brother’s shoulder. ”What’s got you so thrilled?” It had been a few days since he’d seen him, both too busy with their own focuses to help the kingdom. And while Emilios held his quiet bitterness close to his heart, he could not hate his brother. How could he have known? While Theo had told him about the engagement, he wasn’t supposed to know about it otherwise.
He was absolutely exhausted.
While Achilleas had been busy hunting down the Creed, Emilios had focused his energies on the city itself. The hard labor felt far more focusing than hunting down those who had caused the destruction. And it was far more distracting as well. He didn’t have to think about the fact that his brother was going to marry the woman he loved. He didn’t have to think about how he had lost his chance to have her.
And he certainly didn’t have to think about the sounds of her moan underneath Achilleas. Or the look of victory on his face when she took his name.
No, it was better for him to do the physical labor of tearing down the structures that weren’t slavagable. It helped him deal with a bit of the bitterness of their last encounter. He didn’t smell her on his skin when he was drenched in sweat, nor did he hear her moans as the men around him groaned in pain. He didn’t focus on the underlying betrayal, not knowing what he did. How could he be upset with her when she thought it was him she was to marry? And now, with the agreement in place, how could he ask his family to go against their word now? It didn’t matter what he wanted. And he knew that his father wouldn’t think love a good enough reason to break it.
The last person he wanted to see as soon as he walked into the courtyard of their home was Achilleas, and yet, there he was. The man was bouncing on his heels, almost giddy. Dirty and sweaty, all he wanted to do was find a bath and his bed, but there was no way he was going to have that option. Instead, he forced a smile on his face to greet the man who had taken just about everything from him.
”Don’t you look… annoying.” His voice was light as he playfully shoved his brother’s shoulder. ”What’s got you so thrilled?” It had been a few days since he’d seen him, both too busy with their own focuses to help the kingdom. And while Emilios held his quiet bitterness close to his heart, he could not hate his brother. How could he have known? While Theo had told him about the engagement, he wasn’t supposed to know about it otherwise.
Finally his brother arrived, taking his sweet time as was his way. Achilleas turned to greet him with a hearty smile, quickly closing the space between them as Emilios entered the courtyard with but a few strides. He clapped his brother on the shoulder, a little harder than he might normally, just for his comment.
What had taken the man so long? Achilleas had sent word to him hours ago, finally finding time between everything that was going on to spend time with his brother. He didn't know the news yet; he wasn't at the party where it was decided. With the Creed attacks that followed and the efforts Achilleas, Emilios and their cousin, the King, Stephanos had been putting in hunting them down and fixing the damage they had left behind, there had been little time to spare for sentimentality - certainly not for something as big as telling a brother one is to be married.
Nevertheless, the need to tell his brother, to have him share in his joy, had been playing on Achilleas for days. He needed his counsel, his approval. He needed to know he had his brother by his side, no matter what. After all, who else was he going to ask to support him on such a significant day?
"Brother! What took you so long?"
Without waiting even a minute for the answer, Achilleas turned sharply, jogging over to grab the other sparring sword and jogging back to hand it, rather forcefully, to Emilios. Not only did he have news he was just bursting to tell, while waiting for his brother he had developed a large amount of pent up energy that he needed to dispel. What better way to do that than with a friendly spar? His brother inquired as to what had him in such a mood. Achilleas couldn't help but smile. but he tried to play it off as a silly smirk. "Nevermind that, let's fight! You've left me in cruel anticipation far too long!"
Stepping back, and drawing his own sparring sword out before him in a way of challenge toward his brother, Achilleas smirked playfully as he goaded him. "Come on, not scared you're gonna lose again, are you?"
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Finally his brother arrived, taking his sweet time as was his way. Achilleas turned to greet him with a hearty smile, quickly closing the space between them as Emilios entered the courtyard with but a few strides. He clapped his brother on the shoulder, a little harder than he might normally, just for his comment.
What had taken the man so long? Achilleas had sent word to him hours ago, finally finding time between everything that was going on to spend time with his brother. He didn't know the news yet; he wasn't at the party where it was decided. With the Creed attacks that followed and the efforts Achilleas, Emilios and their cousin, the King, Stephanos had been putting in hunting them down and fixing the damage they had left behind, there had been little time to spare for sentimentality - certainly not for something as big as telling a brother one is to be married.
Nevertheless, the need to tell his brother, to have him share in his joy, had been playing on Achilleas for days. He needed his counsel, his approval. He needed to know he had his brother by his side, no matter what. After all, who else was he going to ask to support him on such a significant day?
"Brother! What took you so long?"
Without waiting even a minute for the answer, Achilleas turned sharply, jogging over to grab the other sparring sword and jogging back to hand it, rather forcefully, to Emilios. Not only did he have news he was just bursting to tell, while waiting for his brother he had developed a large amount of pent up energy that he needed to dispel. What better way to do that than with a friendly spar? His brother inquired as to what had him in such a mood. Achilleas couldn't help but smile. but he tried to play it off as a silly smirk. "Nevermind that, let's fight! You've left me in cruel anticipation far too long!"
Stepping back, and drawing his own sparring sword out before him in a way of challenge toward his brother, Achilleas smirked playfully as he goaded him. "Come on, not scared you're gonna lose again, are you?"
Finally his brother arrived, taking his sweet time as was his way. Achilleas turned to greet him with a hearty smile, quickly closing the space between them as Emilios entered the courtyard with but a few strides. He clapped his brother on the shoulder, a little harder than he might normally, just for his comment.
What had taken the man so long? Achilleas had sent word to him hours ago, finally finding time between everything that was going on to spend time with his brother. He didn't know the news yet; he wasn't at the party where it was decided. With the Creed attacks that followed and the efforts Achilleas, Emilios and their cousin, the King, Stephanos had been putting in hunting them down and fixing the damage they had left behind, there had been little time to spare for sentimentality - certainly not for something as big as telling a brother one is to be married.
Nevertheless, the need to tell his brother, to have him share in his joy, had been playing on Achilleas for days. He needed his counsel, his approval. He needed to know he had his brother by his side, no matter what. After all, who else was he going to ask to support him on such a significant day?
"Brother! What took you so long?"
Without waiting even a minute for the answer, Achilleas turned sharply, jogging over to grab the other sparring sword and jogging back to hand it, rather forcefully, to Emilios. Not only did he have news he was just bursting to tell, while waiting for his brother he had developed a large amount of pent up energy that he needed to dispel. What better way to do that than with a friendly spar? His brother inquired as to what had him in such a mood. Achilleas couldn't help but smile. but he tried to play it off as a silly smirk. "Nevermind that, let's fight! You've left me in cruel anticipation far too long!"
Stepping back, and drawing his own sparring sword out before him in a way of challenge toward his brother, Achilleas smirked playfully as he goaded him. "Come on, not scared you're gonna lose again, are you?"
There was an odd feeling that ripped through him. While he and his brother had been close in their youth, their military careers had sent them down different paths. And what Achilleas had always seen as good meaning competition, Emilios had seen it as more opportunities for his brother to rub it in his face how much better he was and for their father to be disappointed him in. Distance, time and military battles had put them home on opposite schedules. And with Achilleas having his own barony to attend to, the men didn’t get many chances to learn who they were now that age and experience had changed them.
And in the past few days, Emilios wasn’t all that sure that he wanted to.
Still, there were fond memories of their youth, of their competitions. And while he hated the idea of losing Theo to him, among other things, he was still his brother. There was still a bond that was as deep as the underworld. And while he was angry, there was also a quiet need to spend what little time he could. And if it was going to be in a sparring match, then so be it.
His eyebrow raised as his brother ran back to grab their old sparring blades, tossing one to him. It was obvious that he had spent his day doing manual labor, the dirt, and grime covering his chiton leaving no room for doubt in the matter. And while it would certainly give his brother the advantage (as if he needed it), it was a challenge for him to refocus his strength and energy into something that wasn’t so… menial. It was something that was second nature to him. He wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t have to feel.
He could just try and kick the crap out of his brother. Wasn’t that all he’d wanted to do for the past few days. Who was he to say no?
He pushed back his hair, eyebrow lifted in question. ”Some of us are assisting the city. You know, working.” His grin was that of a challenge, knowing fully well that his brother was also busy hunting down the people who’d done this. Still, he enjoyed baiting the man. ”If you beat me, it is only because I have done far more exhausting work than you have today, brother.” Tossing aside the bag he carried, his grip on the blade tightened. Bouncing it from hand to hand, to remember the weight of a weapon he hadn’t used in a long time, Emilios finally settled into a stance of action.
”Your move, brother mine.”
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There was an odd feeling that ripped through him. While he and his brother had been close in their youth, their military careers had sent them down different paths. And what Achilleas had always seen as good meaning competition, Emilios had seen it as more opportunities for his brother to rub it in his face how much better he was and for their father to be disappointed him in. Distance, time and military battles had put them home on opposite schedules. And with Achilleas having his own barony to attend to, the men didn’t get many chances to learn who they were now that age and experience had changed them.
And in the past few days, Emilios wasn’t all that sure that he wanted to.
Still, there were fond memories of their youth, of their competitions. And while he hated the idea of losing Theo to him, among other things, he was still his brother. There was still a bond that was as deep as the underworld. And while he was angry, there was also a quiet need to spend what little time he could. And if it was going to be in a sparring match, then so be it.
His eyebrow raised as his brother ran back to grab their old sparring blades, tossing one to him. It was obvious that he had spent his day doing manual labor, the dirt, and grime covering his chiton leaving no room for doubt in the matter. And while it would certainly give his brother the advantage (as if he needed it), it was a challenge for him to refocus his strength and energy into something that wasn’t so… menial. It was something that was second nature to him. He wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t have to feel.
He could just try and kick the crap out of his brother. Wasn’t that all he’d wanted to do for the past few days. Who was he to say no?
He pushed back his hair, eyebrow lifted in question. ”Some of us are assisting the city. You know, working.” His grin was that of a challenge, knowing fully well that his brother was also busy hunting down the people who’d done this. Still, he enjoyed baiting the man. ”If you beat me, it is only because I have done far more exhausting work than you have today, brother.” Tossing aside the bag he carried, his grip on the blade tightened. Bouncing it from hand to hand, to remember the weight of a weapon he hadn’t used in a long time, Emilios finally settled into a stance of action.
”Your move, brother mine.”
There was an odd feeling that ripped through him. While he and his brother had been close in their youth, their military careers had sent them down different paths. And what Achilleas had always seen as good meaning competition, Emilios had seen it as more opportunities for his brother to rub it in his face how much better he was and for their father to be disappointed him in. Distance, time and military battles had put them home on opposite schedules. And with Achilleas having his own barony to attend to, the men didn’t get many chances to learn who they were now that age and experience had changed them.
And in the past few days, Emilios wasn’t all that sure that he wanted to.
Still, there were fond memories of their youth, of their competitions. And while he hated the idea of losing Theo to him, among other things, he was still his brother. There was still a bond that was as deep as the underworld. And while he was angry, there was also a quiet need to spend what little time he could. And if it was going to be in a sparring match, then so be it.
His eyebrow raised as his brother ran back to grab their old sparring blades, tossing one to him. It was obvious that he had spent his day doing manual labor, the dirt, and grime covering his chiton leaving no room for doubt in the matter. And while it would certainly give his brother the advantage (as if he needed it), it was a challenge for him to refocus his strength and energy into something that wasn’t so… menial. It was something that was second nature to him. He wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t have to feel.
He could just try and kick the crap out of his brother. Wasn’t that all he’d wanted to do for the past few days. Who was he to say no?
He pushed back his hair, eyebrow lifted in question. ”Some of us are assisting the city. You know, working.” His grin was that of a challenge, knowing fully well that his brother was also busy hunting down the people who’d done this. Still, he enjoyed baiting the man. ”If you beat me, it is only because I have done far more exhausting work than you have today, brother.” Tossing aside the bag he carried, his grip on the blade tightened. Bouncing it from hand to hand, to remember the weight of a weapon he hadn’t used in a long time, Emilios finally settled into a stance of action.
”Your move, brother mine.”
His brother didn't waste anytime getting some of his own hits in before there were even swords involved. It was clear to see Emilios, covered in dust and sweat as he was, had been working hard today helping with the repair effort. Of course, Achilleas, too, had been doing his part, but he also had other demands of his time that his brother did not, such as, governing his own Barony.
Achilleas smiled childishly at the quip. "Well, I will try to go easy on you, then. Don't want to overexert yourself, after all." He watched his brother test the old sparring blade, before settling into an action stance. Indeed, it had been along time since the two of them had sparred. In the interim, both men had replaced the wooden sparring swords with real bronze, and have had to shoulder the burdens of that change.
Achilleas own blade already extended toward his brother, both his hands now gripped the hilt, as he began to step slowly to the side, measuring Emilios up by the line of the wooden blade. He couldn't help but smirk. He was eager to get into it, to release some of the tension the both of them had likely been dealing with since the Creed attacks. Pacing slowly, step by step, his eyes never leaving his brother's.
With quick movements, he lunged forward, his sword cracking against Emilios', the dull clack of wood on wood filling the courtyard as their sparring began.
They circled each other as they blocked strikes and attempted their own, each waiting for a moment of weakness or distraction to exploit. A good few minutes passed, and neither brother had yet dropped their guard, and Achilleas thought now would be quite a fine time to bring up the real reason he had called his brother away today. "I have some news, Emilios." Clack. Clack. Shhhik. Achilleas couldn't help let his smirk turn into a genuine smile as he tilted on the brink of his happy news. "I'm not sure if you've heard, but-" Clack. Shhhiiik. Clack. "I am to be married - to Theodora."
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His brother didn't waste anytime getting some of his own hits in before there were even swords involved. It was clear to see Emilios, covered in dust and sweat as he was, had been working hard today helping with the repair effort. Of course, Achilleas, too, had been doing his part, but he also had other demands of his time that his brother did not, such as, governing his own Barony.
Achilleas smiled childishly at the quip. "Well, I will try to go easy on you, then. Don't want to overexert yourself, after all." He watched his brother test the old sparring blade, before settling into an action stance. Indeed, it had been along time since the two of them had sparred. In the interim, both men had replaced the wooden sparring swords with real bronze, and have had to shoulder the burdens of that change.
Achilleas own blade already extended toward his brother, both his hands now gripped the hilt, as he began to step slowly to the side, measuring Emilios up by the line of the wooden blade. He couldn't help but smirk. He was eager to get into it, to release some of the tension the both of them had likely been dealing with since the Creed attacks. Pacing slowly, step by step, his eyes never leaving his brother's.
With quick movements, he lunged forward, his sword cracking against Emilios', the dull clack of wood on wood filling the courtyard as their sparring began.
They circled each other as they blocked strikes and attempted their own, each waiting for a moment of weakness or distraction to exploit. A good few minutes passed, and neither brother had yet dropped their guard, and Achilleas thought now would be quite a fine time to bring up the real reason he had called his brother away today. "I have some news, Emilios." Clack. Clack. Shhhik. Achilleas couldn't help let his smirk turn into a genuine smile as he tilted on the brink of his happy news. "I'm not sure if you've heard, but-" Clack. Shhhiiik. Clack. "I am to be married - to Theodora."
His brother didn't waste anytime getting some of his own hits in before there were even swords involved. It was clear to see Emilios, covered in dust and sweat as he was, had been working hard today helping with the repair effort. Of course, Achilleas, too, had been doing his part, but he also had other demands of his time that his brother did not, such as, governing his own Barony.
Achilleas smiled childishly at the quip. "Well, I will try to go easy on you, then. Don't want to overexert yourself, after all." He watched his brother test the old sparring blade, before settling into an action stance. Indeed, it had been along time since the two of them had sparred. In the interim, both men had replaced the wooden sparring swords with real bronze, and have had to shoulder the burdens of that change.
Achilleas own blade already extended toward his brother, both his hands now gripped the hilt, as he began to step slowly to the side, measuring Emilios up by the line of the wooden blade. He couldn't help but smirk. He was eager to get into it, to release some of the tension the both of them had likely been dealing with since the Creed attacks. Pacing slowly, step by step, his eyes never leaving his brother's.
With quick movements, he lunged forward, his sword cracking against Emilios', the dull clack of wood on wood filling the courtyard as their sparring began.
They circled each other as they blocked strikes and attempted their own, each waiting for a moment of weakness or distraction to exploit. A good few minutes passed, and neither brother had yet dropped their guard, and Achilleas thought now would be quite a fine time to bring up the real reason he had called his brother away today. "I have some news, Emilios." Clack. Clack. Shhhik. Achilleas couldn't help let his smirk turn into a genuine smile as he tilted on the brink of his happy news. "I'm not sure if you've heard, but-" Clack. Shhhiiik. Clack. "I am to be married - to Theodora."
