Pick up lines

He sighed audibly as the face came in to view.

Emerald eyes, star kissed cheeks and rosy coloured lips openend to once more surprise him, yet not really 'cause he should have expected that.

"What are the chances I would meet you here? If this doesn't mean we are fated to be then I don't know.''

Both mentor and student looking so damn proud, smirking at his deadpan face.

"I thought you said you would take me away from 'my fan'."

"Not really, my student gets everything she wants beside she will swoon you.

She learned from the best after all."

He did it again, the hair flip.

"I don't need to train with her. I'll do this alone."

Before he could even turn and walks way he was interrupted.

"If you don't fight with my promising student, you won't even see a hair of me again."

"You can't be serious?!"

"Try me."

"Alright, if you go back on your words I swear."

"Yeah, yeah get started on studying.

You have a month."

With that Seriwen vanished outside the room, the door closing behind him with a creaking sound.

Leaving the two of them alone in the library like room.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I'm just glad I have my library card because I was totally checking you out."

Learned from the best.....oh dear.

"You can't even see my face.

What's there to check out.

Such nonsense you speak."

"Let's fight."

He didn't even have to time to ponder to quick switch in pacing as she lurged forward, a sword somehow latched into her hands.

Throwing the book somewhere around him, he grabbed his own sword. Pulled it out and blocked just in time.

Her hair swung slightly by her movement as she winked playfully at him.

Before pushing herself away, making him stumble backwards.

Running towards her, taking advantage of her instability he slashed sideways.

Instead of blocking she jumped and landed back on the same spot as his sword roughly hit the bookcase.

There would definitely be a mark, a shame as it was such a fine piece of wood.

Pulling his sword out of it,he returned all attention to his opponent, who had audaciously wrapped her hand around his wrists.

Adrian didn't know what irked him more the fact the hand almost engulfed his wrist or the fact that she was staring like she had already won.

Hissing under his breath that this was not a movie he grabbed her wrist, twisted it harshly before letting his free arm appear with a knife.

A knife that went straight to her stomach and would have left a nasty wound if it weren't for something that blocked it.

"Fuck"

Feeling his knife twist, turn and break by the shield he gritted his teeth to prepare for impact.

Booommm.

Force had slammed so hard at him that he felt himself fly, hitting another bookcase before falling down.

Groaning in pain, his eyes blurred.

His ears ringed while footsteps closeness in.

Hand clenched around air as he had apparently dropped his sword upon impact.

After seconds the blurring lessened and he could see Cyra on her top toes, hurking before him.

"Cough cough."

"Sorry about that, it's an artifact. I forgot I had it.''

''How can yo-cough forget an artifact.''

"I didn't think you would actually come at me with the intent to kill.''

''Why not. You lashed out first.''

''True, true either way you character is just as smooth as your hair. My friends will be so jealous.''

Groaning in annoyance Adrian ripped away his hair from her hands, only then noticing that his hood had fallen off.

"Don't hide again. Your so handsome.''

''Your drunk. I told you to go home and sleep it off.''

''I'm not drunk I'm just intoxicated by you.'

Beside this is my home so ,why don't you help me get rid of the effects.''

Her flirty expression returned as she trailed her finger up and down Adrian's arm. Tongue leaving slight wet spotches upon her lips before circling around once more.

Half closed eyes seductively looking at him.

He admitted the woman did have an air around her and was definitely not inexperienced.

The lie that she had told her friends, there was no innocent suprise or unsureness coming of her.

In fact the only thing he could see was pure confidence, confident in a way that she would get what she want.

Wich was exactly what her mentor said too.

Could it be she was just as scheming as he was and the artefact was not at all a mistake.

Right now it was cleary sexual, the flirty pick up lines, moves while fighting everything, was clearly with lust.

Was it because she was drunk or was it because this was a trick, he did not know.

Adrian felt himself getting sceptical. Flirting and all that was one thing but a magical artifact was a whole other factor.

A factor that left him itching to go home and research wich Artifact was capable of that and why it was in the hands of a sword weilding woman.

It was clear said woman was in no hurry as she just trailed his arms one by one it didn't take long before he swatted away the hand like a fly.

Getting up he brushed past her, grabbed his sword, followed with the book he started walking towards the door.

''Are you going already? But I will miss you.''

''Well that's too bad.''

''What are you going to do, if you want to fight my mentor you need to fight me.''

''The two of you are exactly the same.''

''We know, don't worry. I will put in a good word so how about it. Wanna train together.''

''... Tomorrow, eleven at night.''

''Don't tell me the beauty can't leave during the day and has to return by twelve or else his evil step mom will curse him.''

''Can you be serious about anything?''

Features moved and she answered solemnly "Don't worry if this is the case I shall kiss you awake."

His hood covered his head in a second fabric swished as he vanished behind the wall. The voice of Cyra following him downstairs.

''What no kiss goodnight?"

This had brought things forward, all but the things he needed and wanted.