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10truelovesTitle: Distraction from Grief
Fandom: DCU Comics (Birds of Prey vol. 1)
Character: Dinah Lance(~Shiva)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Loss
Rating: Teen and Up Audience / PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: set after "Sensei & Student", mentions of loss of a teacher, innuendo
Move. Evaluate. Decide. Commit.
Shiva was making her work through her grief for Sensei in the way that mattered, now that they had foiled Cheshire's plan. Both of them excelled in the Arts, but the difference was being felt in every muscle, joint, and tendon as Dinah worked through the spar.
Shiva was a master, effortless in blending her many forms to always meet any rally that Dinah made, preventing Dinah from winning. Yet, Dinah also recognized that Shiva was having to rely on that blending to keep the upper hand.
In a formal, single style spar, Dinah and Shiva would likely be evenly matched.
Like this?
Dinah had to smile, a genuine one, to be pushed so far, so hard, so long.
Was that what Shiva had been waiting for? As the next move saw Dinah on the mats and Shiva pinning her, full length, hand in knife-strike pose at her throat.
"You choose life, not dwelling on death," Shiva purred, and damned if that didn't make Dinah remember other aspects of living that were worthwhile.
"Care to live a little with me, grab a hot soak, some good food?"
"Sensualist."
And yet, they moved together in that plan.
Fandom: DCU Comics (Birds of Prey vol. 1)
Character: Dinah Lance(~Shiva)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Loss
Rating: Teen and Up Audience / PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: set after "Sensei & Student", mentions of loss of a teacher, innuendo
Move. Evaluate. Decide. Commit.
Shiva was making her work through her grief for Sensei in the way that mattered, now that they had foiled Cheshire's plan. Both of them excelled in the Arts, but the difference was being felt in every muscle, joint, and tendon as Dinah worked through the spar.
Shiva was a master, effortless in blending her many forms to always meet any rally that Dinah made, preventing Dinah from winning. Yet, Dinah also recognized that Shiva was having to rely on that blending to keep the upper hand.
In a formal, single style spar, Dinah and Shiva would likely be evenly matched.
Like this?
Dinah had to smile, a genuine one, to be pushed so far, so hard, so long.
Was that what Shiva had been waiting for? As the next move saw Dinah on the mats and Shiva pinning her, full length, hand in knife-strike pose at her throat.
"You choose life, not dwelling on death," Shiva purred, and damned if that didn't make Dinah remember other aspects of living that were worthwhile.
"Care to live a little with me, grab a hot soak, some good food?"
"Sensualist."
And yet, they moved together in that plan.