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Sparring with Aiden

by juliesen-night

My veins pulse, with every breathing stride. As we collide, Sword to sword. Midstream you pivot, Slashing towards my skin. I flourish. Blocking the kill. You try with every effort, You learned from your father well. The lord of fire, Shalt not let you fail. Windmilling, You fall to the ground. Hiding your eyes in that black hair. You never hide them well. I kneel down, Tilting your chin up for you to see. A smile on my face. The smile of a proud mother. "Aiden, You have done well my son.. Now teach the other five. And you have won."
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juliesen-night
24 / F / American
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Written by
juliesen-night
24 / F / American
Published
Apr 24, 2014
Time
2m
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A mother and son thing. NO I AM NOT A MOM. To young, will wait for a long time.

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#battle#children#aiden#sparring#cubs
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