Parry || September

[Jean Romée]

Jean sighed as he glanced to the fragile young male. "Okay Sept..." He said lightly, adjusting his frame that sat above his head as his stale blue eyes glanced back to the other. "You constantly tell me you aren't good at anything... I have very high doubts about that." Jean went on with a light grin as he pulled out a fencing sabre. "See? this is a sabre, it is commonly used in modern fencing.. Thus! I plan to teach you how to fence as an... Introduction into combat? Sounds like fun~? No? Of course it is! I'll even allow you to pick from my private fencing equipment." Jean usually didn't get giddy, but the chance to help the legion improve as well to train his friend with his favorite sport? Jean couldn't help but be a little excited at the opportunity as he presented the other with four different sabres. "Take your pick, I've dubbed them the 'Tous 'quatre' un' or 'All '4' One', pretty cleaver, if I do say so myself. They also each individually have names." He pointed to the tassels at each sabres hilts, each one having a little, coloured Musketeer cats on the end. "First we have the blue one or d'Artagnan, the red one is Athos, the green one is Porthos and lastly the yellow one is Aramis. Take your pick." He said, eagerly awaiting the boys decision.


September Storm

[September Storm]

September, to put it simply, was terrified. Not necessarily for his life-okay, maybe a little- but more terrified of embarrassing himself in front of his friend. Jean wanted to joust with him. That would be fine if Sept didn't suck at fighting, especially with swords. "I'm not-" he tried to protest, but Jean continued talking. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself, even if Sept wasn't.

"Uh... Which ones best?" he squeaked, eyes wide at all the information being thrown at him. He usually looked like a deer in headlights honestly, and now was no exception. He hoped that the sabre wouldn't be too hard to wield... They looked lighter than the usual swords which was a plus, as the small kid could barely lift a gladius.

[Jean Romée]

Jean looked to the 4 blades and smiled. "Well my dear, I personally used my own sabre when training." To the gentlemen side was a his sheathed blade, his palm rested on the golden hilt, in a with a ring that is in turn attached to a white peacock feather. "This is my 'd'Arc'.. It is my own custom weapon I had some of the smiths make, it's a lovely imperial gold blade but as this is only a spar... Thus, I don't plan to use it and hurt you. Though for you... I would say that d'Artagnan should suit you nicely." Jean smiled as he soon offered the blue tasseled sabre to the other. "And I'll gladly use Athos, but need not worry my dear friend.. I won't raise my difficulty, Think of this spar as one of those video games, ya always start at level one." Jean said with a light smirk as he pulled out the red blade. "En garde mon ami."

[September Storm]

He nodded quickly as Jean spoke, trying to keep up with what he was saying. He hadn't even learned about sparring, not knowing a single thing about it. Oh gods, was Jean just going to throw him into the midst of it without explaining anything? The boy didn't do well without instruction. He took the sabre gently from Jean, holding it like one would hold a detonated bomb. He was pretty sure Jean was going to hurt him, real blade or not.

He gulped nervously as his friend took the blade he called Athos, a confident smirk on Jean's face. Oh gods I'm screwed. "En garde.." he squeaked back, it sounding more like a question than a statement. En garde? More like au revoir life... He braced himself for embarrassment, trying to get into the correct stance.

[Jean Romée]

Jean soon tapped his chin. "As my grandfather taught me... I'll allow you to take the first shot... And the objective is for you... Make a jab at my 'heart' if you've done so, you've won.." Jean couldn't totally throw him to the wolves like his predecessors had done prior. "Ah~ And as well, I shall keep my left hand behind my back. Just to give you a fair chance mon ami." Jean really, REALLY didn't wanna hurt the kid, even being kind enough to put his dominate behind his back to make the game fair. "So, take your shot."

[September Storm]

The boy looked completely bewildered. He had to make the first shot, meaning there was even more of an opportunity for him to screw up. Jean removing his dominant hand from the equation probably wasn't going to help as the boy would honestly lose against an infant. He had a great habit of completely failing.

He tried to do it correctly. He really did. He went to take a jab at Jean but the boy easily intercepted him, the blades clanging upon impact. The loud noise scared September and he immediately dropped the sabre, leaping back with a small shriek. The kid was shaking slightly as his eyes welled up with tears that threatened to spill over. "Sorry..." he mumbled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

[Jean Romée]

Jean blinked, flipped down his frames as he saw the other on the ground, then they glanced to the clanging of the blade. A part of Jean was furious for his equipment being tossed around in such a matter while the other was amused by how poorly September did in just a simple exercises.  Jean did with every fiber of his being not to laugh as he walked up to the other male. "Okay.... That was, well... To be honest, I have no idea what that was." Jean said, soon as he knelt down to the other with a smile, offering a smile as he offered his hand to the collapsed individual.   

[September Storm]

The boys lower lip trembled as he peered at Jean with watery eyes. He whimpered slightly as he saw a look of irritation cross his friend's face. Sept hoped that he hadn't ruined anything... He wasn't sure why Jean even put up with him in the first place. He was entirely useless at everything he tried, not to mention how clingy he got. He always felt like he was being nothing more than a whiny burden.

He reluctantly took Jean's hand in his smaller one, easily being pulled back to his feet. He sometimes forgot that his own skin was as cold as ice. It never came to mind until his skin met the warmth of other's. He nervously looked up at Jean, embarrassed by his actions. The boy was small for his age, short with small features. He hated it. He would do anything to look like Jean, handsome and fit. Instead he was stuck being awkward and a bit chubby in all the wrong places. His hand dropped back to his side as he sniffled. "I didn't mean to..." he mumbled apologetically, eyes trained on the ground.

[Jean Romée]

Jean blinked, looking to the male. "Are you aright?" Jean asked, as he soon glanced to the other blade, then back to the boy. "You don't seem to be injured.. Or at least don't look it.." Jean said, walking over to pick up and dust off Athos as he looked back to the boy as he sheathed the blade. "You have no reason to apologies..." Jean said with a sigh as he pulled the other in close. "As long as your alight..."Jean said lightly ad soon glanced down to the other, glancing at his own palm as he made it fidget a bit. "You do know, that I can't feel much.. But when your close like this... It's rather nice, even if it is 'cold'." 

[September Storm]

He nodded quickly in response. Physically he was perfectly fine, though the boy always did bruise easily. Emotionally however... Well he was never completely okay in that sense, but completely failing didn't exactly help. He wouldn't be more of a burden by admitting it, though. He was already trouble enough for his friend and worrying him wouldn't make him feel any better.

His trembling slowed as Jean pulled him close. September let out a small sigh as he burrowed into the older boy, face nestling into his neck. Physical connection usually scared him a bit, but not when it was Jean. Being touched by him was more comforting than anything. "I'm alright," his cold lips mumbled against the boy's skin. His eyes closed as his breathing slowed to a normal rate.

He nodded slightly in agreement to the boy's statement. "You're very warm, but I don't mind." he usually hated anything with the slightest bit of heat, hence why he usually avoided human contact. Curling up by the air conditioner was way better than curling up in someones arms, and yet he always seemed to find himself in Jean's. It had taken time for the boy to become so trusting of him, too afraid that he'd be abandoned. The fear was still there which caused him to be a bit clingy, but he had finally let Jean in.

[Jean Romée]

Jean looked to the other light. "Ah, good, I'm glad your alright... And sorry.. I know you don't much care for heat... " Jean said lightly, using his palm to brush away some remnants of tears from the smaller male, seeing him tear up in a spar reminded him of his younger self, seeing a glimpse into his past of how his grandfather trained him to spar at a far younger age and usually resulted in him being rather brash and thus loosing the spar from over exasperation. Jean didn't usually reminisce of his time he spent with his grandfather nor was he much to talk about it. "Awh... Come along then, we should clean you up, I can't allow you to come with me when you look dreadful.. " Jean said as he pulled away from the other. "Maybe I could treat you for your effort? If you'd like? Though it'd be totally up to you mon ami." Jean soon started to make his way to the practice blades, as he approached them he snapped his palm, as a result the sabres soon vanished.  "So?" He asked, glancing to the smaller male. "What do you say?" 

[September Storm]

A small smile blessed his soft features as Jean gently wiped away his stray tears, hands soft and comforting. It was odd how the older boy could always calm him down, not that September could exactly complain. He was just happy to have someone, even if he was terrified of them leaving. He nodded slowly at the boy's suggestion, though he didn't feel he deserved to be treated at all. He felt like nothing more than a failure. He felt that he deserved to be punished. Jean would never hurt him, though. He hadn't believed it at first but no longer flinched at his touch.

His eyes widened as the sabres disappeared with a simple snap. He never ceased to amaze September. Of course it was rather easy to impress the young boy. He saw the world through the eyes of a young child, surrounded by magic and wonder. Not that the world they lived in wasn't magical. They were the children of gods, after all. The boy even managed to surprise himself on occasion when he used his own powers. It's not like he exactly expected frost to spring out of his palms, especially when it would happen without him meaning it to. He had a bit more control over it as he'd grown, but he'd still wake up in a pile of snow sometimes.

[Jean Romée]

Jean glanced him, the boy usually was lost in a trance. "Sept, come along now..." Jean said as he began walking, his hand placed behind his head. Jean was to prideful to admin it but he had quite the soft spot when it came to the son of Chione. He was quite the opposite compared to the pampered life Jean was born into and well, Jean didn't pity the boy, at first he did.. But after some time and getting to learn about the young boy, he genuinely became attached to him. "If you'd like we could stop at the bathhouse so you can clean up, or the apartments. I wouldn't mind letting you use my house's facilities. Then! I'll gladly treat you to whatever you like in town, I'm sure a book or two have caught you attention..  Just please don't leave these one's around the house.. I almost tripped over a stack the other night and it left a rather dreadful and unsightly bruise... Awh, never mind about that.. Come along."

[September Storm]

September nodded obediently, trotting beside the elder boy much like a small puppy. He was like a puppy in many ways, though more of a kicked one really. Skittish and wanting to please, following Jean's every step. He struggled slightly to keep up as he was a bit shorter as were his legs. He let out a little excited gasp at the mention of a bath. "Mhm!" The boy wasn't exactly skilled with his words. He usually communicated in various nods, squeaks, and mumbles. Perhaps because he was so used to not being listened to.

He immediately felt bad at Jean's next words, mumbling a small apology. He didn't mean to leave his books everywhere. It's just that he had too many and didn't know where to put them anymore. Books were his saving grace, pulling him out of harsh reality and enveloping him in wondrous stories. He liked the ones with happy endings the most. "Can we go home?" he asked quietly, assuming it'd be easiest to just head over to New Rome if they were to go shopping afterwards.

[Jean Romée]

Jean sighed as his ear twitched to the sound of September's apologies. "No need to worry... It's not like notice it, sometimes it nice to lack feeling everywhere... Well, not everywhere but, never mind." Jean didn't like talking about his lack of feeling, it usually reminded him of his father and grandfather and it never went much father. "And, sure... We can head... 'home'." Again, Jean never called his house a home, but in away with the little puppy usually staying there it did become more home-ish, and it'd also be easier then to head to the city that was also so it was a win-win to Jean. "Alright, I'll let you have first take on the facilitates while I'll straighten up the household.. Days like this I wish I had a maid.. But, c'est la vie mon ami." He said, glancing back, purposely slowing down a bit to help Sept keep up.