Acorn
I wish you well.
He’d expected to feel her hand in his, had been prepared to step back and help pull Rita into a standing position, but his hand remained empty. He finally retracted it after she started to stand on her own and his brow creased as she stepped closer to him. Why hadn’t she let him help her? His confusion grew when she told him she was okay, then turned from him. He’d heard her, Jason had hurt her, but whatever pain she’d felt that’d left her on the ground rubbing her shoulder didn’t seem to affect her ability to perform push-ups.
Leon watched her, his mouth a worried line despite her assurances, until he caught movement in his peripheral and looked up to see Jason finish crossing his arms over his chest. The ex-Enforcer looked on impassively as Rita continued her push-ups, and didn’t even spare him a glance when Leon scoffed quietly and walked away.
She’d been gentle, but Leon still felt the sting of being shooed off. She hadn’t wanted him there. Hadn’t wanted his help. Hadn’t wanted him. Rather than go back to the tree, Leon went to the porch and opened the back door that led into the kitchen but hesitated before he stepped over the threshold. She might not have needed his help to get off the ground, but if her understating what training looked like was any sign, he should stay close. He trusted Rita — trusted that she knew her limits, but he didn’t trust Jason. If anything went awry, then by God, he’d be there.
Leon shut the door again and turned back to sit on the steps, so he could have a view of them unhindered by the railing that wrapped almost the entirety of the porch.
He remained in the same spot as the rest of the crew trickled in; first Becca and Nate, then Orvar. He didn’t take his eyes from Rita, didn’t accept the offer Becca made of a drink or something to eat, and no, he didn’t want to talk about all the cool moves Rita could do. She stopped trying to engage him in conversation after Orvar pulled her attention by mentioning the wars he’d participated in back when he’d been human. Becca, who was always excited to hear about Orvar’s past (she’d known he’d come from Sweden well before he had), listened attentively as he talked about the weapons and tactics they used in the sixteenth century.
“I was quite proficient with a pistol,” he admitted, and took a sip from his wine glass.
The conversation lulled as it came to everyone’s attention that Rita and Jason were wrapping things up — or would be, once Rita passed whatever stupid test he’d arranged for her.
She’d pushed herself further than he would’ve thought possible. He was still sore from his fight with Jason yesterday and he had werewolf healing on his side. Rita had been going for hours and she looked bone-weary, but she seemed to gather up strength from some reserve she had and ran towards Jason. His mouth was ajar as she climbed onto Jason’s back, and he sucked in a breath of air as she was thrown to the ground. She’d hit hard enough that he’d heard it on the porch, and there was nothing that’d keep him from her, especially when she didn’t immediately move.
He stood and jogged towards her, but came to an abrupt stop when she lifted the gun and pointed it at Jason.
She'd bested Jason. She’d passed the test.
Leon closed the distance left between them and after a moment’s hesitation, cleared his throat and smiled. “Want some help? Or you just need a minute?”
This time, he'd ask first.
Just behind him, Orvar exclaimed and marched off the porch and into the yard, wine glass still in hand. He kept walking past them, eyes intent on something in the distance. “Is that a rope in my oak tree?”
Leon watched her, his mouth a worried line despite her assurances, until he caught movement in his peripheral and looked up to see Jason finish crossing his arms over his chest. The ex-Enforcer looked on impassively as Rita continued her push-ups, and didn’t even spare him a glance when Leon scoffed quietly and walked away.
She’d been gentle, but Leon still felt the sting of being shooed off. She hadn’t wanted him there. Hadn’t wanted his help. Hadn’t wanted him. Rather than go back to the tree, Leon went to the porch and opened the back door that led into the kitchen but hesitated before he stepped over the threshold. She might not have needed his help to get off the ground, but if her understating what training looked like was any sign, he should stay close. He trusted Rita — trusted that she knew her limits, but he didn’t trust Jason. If anything went awry, then by God, he’d be there.
Leon shut the door again and turned back to sit on the steps, so he could have a view of them unhindered by the railing that wrapped almost the entirety of the porch.
He remained in the same spot as the rest of the crew trickled in; first Becca and Nate, then Orvar. He didn’t take his eyes from Rita, didn’t accept the offer Becca made of a drink or something to eat, and no, he didn’t want to talk about all the cool moves Rita could do. She stopped trying to engage him in conversation after Orvar pulled her attention by mentioning the wars he’d participated in back when he’d been human. Becca, who was always excited to hear about Orvar’s past (she’d known he’d come from Sweden well before he had), listened attentively as he talked about the weapons and tactics they used in the sixteenth century.
“I was quite proficient with a pistol,” he admitted, and took a sip from his wine glass.
The conversation lulled as it came to everyone’s attention that Rita and Jason were wrapping things up — or would be, once Rita passed whatever stupid test he’d arranged for her.
She’d pushed herself further than he would’ve thought possible. He was still sore from his fight with Jason yesterday and he had werewolf healing on his side. Rita had been going for hours and she looked bone-weary, but she seemed to gather up strength from some reserve she had and ran towards Jason. His mouth was ajar as she climbed onto Jason’s back, and he sucked in a breath of air as she was thrown to the ground. She’d hit hard enough that he’d heard it on the porch, and there was nothing that’d keep him from her, especially when she didn’t immediately move.
He stood and jogged towards her, but came to an abrupt stop when she lifted the gun and pointed it at Jason.
She'd bested Jason. She’d passed the test.
Leon closed the distance left between them and after a moment’s hesitation, cleared his throat and smiled. “Want some help? Or you just need a minute?”
This time, he'd ask first.
Just behind him, Orvar exclaimed and marched off the porch and into the yard, wine glass still in hand. He kept walking past them, eyes intent on something in the distance. “Is that a rope in my oak tree?”
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