queenoflogs | Sol's Dream Valentine

Characters: Ky Kiske and Sol Badguy
Date: February 14th
Summary: Event post, Ky and Sol are going to fail at bonding
Warnings: None currently or anticipated beyond language. They'll be added if they come up.

Ky had been working on getting settled into the gardens as much as she could, because as much as she disliked the idea she was trapped here for now. She had quickly established a routine: upon waking she exercised for a while, going through her sword forms and feeling her magic inside of her as she made sure she practiced the concentration necessary, then she took long walks around the gardens, looking for anything unusual or unexpected.

Today, Ky found herself growing uncomfortable towards loop three, so she headed in a little, pleased to find that the feeling of discomfort faded before she had to return to her room to rest. She found herself unwilling to return to her task after lunch, instead staying in the building. As the day wore on further, she found the feeling of discomfort returning, even though she wasn't currently exerting herself.

She eventually felt herself tugged to Sol and Dizzy's door, and she decided to knock. She'd been wondering how Dizzy was settling in, after all, and maybe Sol knew more about this place, or how she'd come to be here. And even more unlikely, but still worth trying, maybe Sol would share what she knew.

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"Tch... Think so." Considering that whoever was in charge of rigging up these incidents had had a month and a half to improve upon the damn mistletoe that had sprung up around Christmas, Sol at least thought she had a pretty good idea of what the Queen expected of them now. Sure, it hadn't been triggered by a physical object this time around, and it seemed the exact effects were a little different, but it was Valentine's Day. How different could the solution be? "Hold still."

And then, with that said, she leaned forward to plant a kiss square on Ky's lips, the action swift — like pulling off a bandaid.

Ky was still tense, trying to figure out whether or not Sol was planning on attacking her to sever whatever was going on -- surely that would convince the queen there could be no Romance or whatnot. That didn't mean that Ky would simply stand still and let Sol do it without defending herself, so she was ready to go for her sword if Sol went for hers, when suddenly she felt a brief press of lips against hers.

Ky made a protesting noise and pushed at Sol's shoulders, feeling her cheeks pinken unconsciously as she took a quick step back. "What was that for?" Her hand dipped again towards her sword, Sol couldn't possibly have a good reason other than that she apparently wished to play with Ky, and Ky wasn't going to let her get away with that.

Sol crossed her arms again and gave Ky a patronizingly exasperated look. Surely she couldn't have thought she had done that because she had wanted to, could she? "'Round Christmas, something similar happened. That was how to get out of it." Then, with that said, she waved a hand at Ky, apparently shoeing her off. That should have taken care of the issue, so the damn brat could get out of her face now.

Obviously, she hadn't taken a step back herself because her room was closer. Obviously.

Why else would Sol go kissing Ky? Just to be difficult? Because it seemed a ridiculous way to prove a point, or anything. At Sol's explanation, Ky forced herself to take a step back, before fixing her eyes -- blue and serious -- on Sol.

"Looks like your assessment of the situation was at least a little off," Ky remarked, mildly enough even as she glared at Sol.

"...Tch. What a pain in the ass." She sounded irritated, but that irritation was directed at the situation more than Ky. Not like she would have been so much as talking to Ky otherwise, so credit where credit was due and all that. Drumming her fingers against her arms, she took a moment to think before speaking again. "We might just have to wait it out." It was Valentine's Day, after all. Maybe the Queen was just pairing people up for a...date?

No matter what explanation she came up with, the situation didn't become any less absurd.

"Wait out...being unable to leave each other's sides?" Ky grimaced at that. It was hardly her ideal way to spend the rest of the day, or anything close to that. And it seemed likely that Sol would be even more irritated by it.

"Right. I suppose that's what we'll do, then." Ky considered it for a moment, the tenseness of things between them, and the fact that Sol had kissed her. "Do you want to spar?"

Sol grimaced too, even if only mentally. Sure, it wasn't like she'd had anything else planned for the day, but this was still pretty damn far down on her list of ways to spend it. As unappealing as the prospect was, though... "Unless you have another idea?"

At Ky's suggestion, Sol hummed out a thoughtful sound. The fact that she was even considering agreeing to this surprised her, but fighting would at least be something familiar, and chances were things would come down to it sooner or later anyway. At least for now, saying yes seemed like the path of least resistance, and so she replied, "If you think you're up for it."

Something familiar indeed.

Ky frowned, glaring at Sol. "Of course I'm up to it," she said with a miff.

She wouldn't be surprised if Sol hadn't been practicing much here, or if Sol thought that she was going to be able to fob Ky off with a couple of exchanged blows. That wasn't what Ky wanted, it never had been, and she was probably getting as tired of it as Sol was.

Probably not unexpectedly, that glare was met with a condescendingly amused smirk. "If you insist." Truth be told, her practicing had been intermittent at best, and swinging her sword at nothing wasn't nearly as useful as having an actual opponent. Still, she wasn't about to admit as much — and considering the amount of time she had spent trying to keep the Ky she knew out of her hair, there was no way in hell she was going to voluntarily fight this one with any kind of regularity.

Ky was sure it would do both of them a lot of good to fight regularly. Sol didn't want to get weak, did she? Ky knew that she didn't herself.

"Of course. Do you think we're trapped her, in the hallway, or could we find a more appropriate sparring area?" Ky wasn't sure quite what she'd do if they were trapped here. It would be extra irritating, but they shouldn't spar anywhere that someone else might get hurt just because they were walking by.

She certainly hoped they weren't confined to this one hallway. Being stuck with Ky was bad enough on its own. She didn't need the places they could go limited on top of that. Still, no matter how groan-worthy the thought was, Sol continued to play it cool, simply shrugging a shoulder in reply to Ky's words. "Who knows? We'll find out."

It really was a shame the Arena seemed to be built for cooking competitions rather than actual fights...

"Right." Ky glanced over Sol, a little amused. If Ky headed out now, then Sol would have to follow or keep them both trapped there. The reversal of that old role would be good for Sol, Ky thought, so she turned and took the single step back that she could, clearly waiting for Sol to either say that she needed to prepare or to start walking.

When Ky started to move, Sol's feet followed almost without any thought on her part, and she almost groaned as she shoved one hand into her pocket. Like being led around on a leash... She did wonder how well they could actually spar like this, but she supposed they would find that out, too.

They would simply have to spar...in very close combat, and be careful about how far they threw the other one. It would be almost as much an exercise in control as it would be in power, or at least that's how Ky imagined it.

Ky trotted ahead to an outer area of the garden, pleased that Sol was keeping pace, where they could have some space and some privacy, but where anyone coming up on them would have plenty of warning ahead of time for what they were doing.

Sol's Dream Valentine

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