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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

I was in love with a powerful being, built for murder and destruction.​​

*Andrew’s POV*

After getting a quick bite at Commons, (where I guiltily snuck off to the line for some fish, feeling the need for something more substantial than legumes and salad after the blood loss), Eliza and I headed to the Smithy. I was so excited to see her reaction to the gift I’d gotten her!

As soon as we entered the shop, both Ginger and Christian descended on Eliza in a frenzy. “This will just take a moment-“ Eliza fidgeted as they held up some measuring strings. “-Just a few adjustments-“ “get the dimensions-“ “-just hold still-“ “-excellent advertising-““-there we go!” “-aha!”

They both sprung away, jabbering excited and incoherently at each other, disappearing into the back of the shop. “What the fuck was that?” I looked at Eliza, who was readjusting herself, and shrugged. Clearly they were up to something of their own making.

Just as we had decided to go look at their merchandise, we heard enthusiastic cursing and the sound of a crash from the back. “Yeah!”

Ginger came striding up holding the most bizarre-looking thing I’d ever seen. Well… To be honest, it reminded me of something I’d seen in the brothel, when I was younger. What the devil? “Uh?”

Ginger held up a hand. “Just wait! Christian and I thought this out; he’d read about some of the back-strapping scabbards the Elves use. Eliza is so much stronger, we thought she might want to carry her extra weapons with her. So, we had George help us with this, it’s a walking advertisement! Look how flashy!”

I was surprised to see Eliza nod. “My grandfather carried his swords strapped to his back, and I used to carry mine that way as well-“

Ginger was excited. “-See! And we had it made with a slightly shorter scabbard so you could draw over your shoulder easily. There’s a loop on each side you can stick your axe through, if you don’t feel like carrying it. You should probably practice drawing from each side with a wooden practice sword first, so you don’t cut your wings, but once you get it down, it should be killer!”

Was I the only one that didn’t get it? I watched, mystified, as Ginger placed a bondage harness on my willing woman. I waved Christian off as he pointed at my head, looking curiously at me. I’d explain later!

I decided not to interfere as Ginger adjusted the buckles to their contraption. Suddenly, it all started to look clearer. Eliza could carry two massive swords on her back and still lug along her axe! Excelsior! She’d be an absolute walking death totem! I laughed. “That’s genius! How much do we owe you?”

Ginger looked smug. “Nothing, so long as you tell everyone where you got your weapons and the scabbard. Though, to be fair, do mention George Thorogood had a hand in that contrivance as well.”

Christian clapped enthusiastically. “Can I get their order?”

Ginger grinned. “I get to show my work, you can show yours, kid.”

Eliza appropriately ooh-ed and ahh-ed when Christian unveiled her claymore, a little small for its kind at a (relatively) light 5 lbs weight. I was a little surprised that Eliza was able to smoothly sheath it over her left shoulder, apparently the side for which it was designed. That she could do it with one hand, not to mention wield the bloody weapon that way if she felt like it, was what shocked me.

Christian gestured at me with his head, and I took the hint, getting Eliza’s attention. “Eliza, please don’t be angry with me-“

She raised an eyebrow, releasing the grip of her claymore after re-sheathing it. “-What have you done, Andy?”

I turned a little pink. “I got you a present, I hope you like it.”

Christian moved forward and presented Eliza with her new executioner’s sword. It was even better looking, if impractical in anyone else’s hands but hers, than I had hoped. It was shiny black steel, and had a ram’s skull engraved on both sides of the blade, towards the hilt.

We all stood far, far back as Eliza easily swung it through the air with one hand, grinning. With a little guidance, Christian helped her sheath it over her right shoulder. Eliza smiled at me. “I love it, it will take many heads.”

I grinned as Eliza gave me a kiss on the cheek, and turned red when both Ginger and Christian said, “Awww! “ in tandem. Was that really necessary?

I cleared my throat, embarrassed. Ginger went off to get Eliza’s axe. Eliza leaned towards Christian and stage-whispered, “That’s nothing! You should see how cute and pink his little, tight butt is in the washbasin!”

Christian started laughing, and came precariously close to falling off the stool where he had taken a seat. “I’ve actually seen Andy’s bum before, I guess I just don’t have the same appreciation for it’s taut musculature-“

I shoved Christian lightly off his stool. “-Thank you, Christian, but I’ll somehow endure without your admiration for my buttocks. Regardless, I’m taken, and by a very capable, very heavily armed woman.”

Christian perked up, but thankfully didn’t have time to say anything else mortifying before Ginger arrived. Honestly, what happened then was a little unnerving.

I watched Eliza pick up the massive axe, and it was like she was being reunited with a lost pet. Her jade eyes glimmered a bit despite no obvious bright sources of light. She felt along the haft, carefully, even smelled it, pausing at each langet briefly. She tested it for balance in each hand in multiple spots, with multiple grips I’d seen. She ran her hand over the entire blade, bearded as she'd requested. The edge wasn’t too sharp (pointless for an axe), but I watched her test it with her tongue! Already a massive axe, she threw it up in the air and caught it effortlessly, smiling to herself and nodding.

Christian and I briefly exchanged glances. For the first time, it hit me: I was in love with a powerful being, built for murder and destruction.

Notes



Eliza's claymore is just over 4 foot long, short for a claymore.

Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17