#hytham ravenclan

[iridescentmemoria]

[sonnefuchs]

Show Me Again

For the past hour, Hytham had been trying to teach Eivor how to throw his throwing knives with varying success.  

"It's not an axe. You have to be more gentle. Like leaves in the wind.”

She barely saw him move and then a dagger thudded in the practice dummy.

Trying again, she growled in frustration as it landed nowhere near she wanted.

Trying not to smile, Hytham put his hand up to his mouth, attempting to look thoughtful.

"Here." He walked behind Eivor.

Placing his hand on her abdomen he pulled her flush to him, her back against his chest.

"Less about strength more about swiftness and dexterity."

"Are we still talking about daggers?" She grinned, feeling his lithe form pressed firmly against hers.

Hytham stiffened, confused.  Then a look of surprise passed his face and he bit his lip to hold back a retort.

Shaking off her teasing, he pulled Eivor tighter to him, fingers clasped over hers and the dagger. His breathe tickled her neck while his beard scratched her cheek.

“It’s all about focus.”

Focus was harder right now as she enjoyed his proximity and touch, the heat of him seeping through her clothes.

A flick of the wrist, and the dagger went sailing, barely a whistle, burying itself into the practice dummy near its heart.

“There, try again.”  He stepped away, letting go of her.

He handed her another dagger and she steadied her breath. Flicking her wrist, it landed just a bit left of the heart.

"Well done, Eivor! You are ready." Hytham congratulated her, stepping away to gather all the throwing knives. Walking back to her, he saw Eivor's eyes follow him with a hunger he had not seen in her before.

"I don't know, you may have to show me again."  She purred, reaching out for his hand.

Catching on, his lips quirked as he let her reel him in.

Fixing her stance with a push of his boots, his arm pulled her back snug to him again, their breaths rising and falling together.  His hand splayed across her stomach holding her close while his nose nudged her neck.

"Remember." His lips brushed her neck.

"Aim for the heart." She finished, the dagger sailing perfectly into the dummy's heart.

[iridescentmemoria]

[sonnefuchs]

For lack of a known last name, Hytham will now be known as Hytham Ravenclan.

[sonnefuchs]

I love how the dogs just follow you into the Assassin's Bureau looking for pets.

I like to think Hytham spoils the dogs and he's not so lonely because he has four-legged friends.

[sonnefuchs]

I would like to show you what I woke up in the middle of the night to write down to remind myself for a fic for Hytham.

It is now a poem:

The Bureau was filled with dogs.

Panting happily and wagging tails.

Lying on the scrolls cats. Cats on shelves

Cats on his shoulder

Cats on the dummies

Cats on the floor

Katz.

Hytham.

Cats.