BANG
Adjust, reload, aim-
BANGBANGBANG
The feel of the gun was one that brought her comfort in the last few moons. She'd practice her aim and check her reload times to shorten them by seconds as much as possible until the movements became like breathing. Fluid and natural though she wasn't to a point where she could toss her weaponry around with fancy tricks and movements of her wrist.
The target in front of Lili was littered with holes, many of which were on the torso and head. It was better then before where she was lucky if she got a shot or two on any part of a practice dummy. Now she landed her shots more then she missed. Practice makes perfect and all that chocobo shite.
Adjusting the safety features and ensuring the gun was in a safe position before she plopped down on the grass to admire her handiwork. While perhaps not the finest thing she ever created (one of which was taking her mid morning nap), it still left a surge of pride through her belly that she was improving.
Finding productive things to do had been the best way to keep her mind occupied. When things were quiet and slow, she had too much time to think. To remember and to agonize over. A grimace formed as she ran her hands through her hair. Their wedding anniversary had come and went just a short time prior, leaving her in a state of melancholy great enough to keep her locked in her room for more then a few days. Khavan and Sara helped with the children, no questions asked.
Bless them both.
With a grunt, she rose back up again and picked up her gun. Busy. Yes. She had to keep busy. The less she thought about things, the easier it was to cope. In fact...
Near where she had been sitting were a few letters. Mostly trivial things like business reports, but four were from admirers that sent candies and lilies (the implied cleverness received a deadpan look from the blonde) with implied desire to see her some time. People who once dropped off the face of Eorzea now suddenly paid her attention with Locke's ashes scattered to the winds.
When the first token of affection had arrived, it only made her upset and angry. Shortly afterwards a mechanic she had hired to look over some airship repairs of her vessels in Ishgard tried to ask her out to dinner. Needless to say, she never saw nor spoke to the Highlander after that and he made no efforts to pursue. The fact she had to bluntly tell him she was recently widowed for him to leave her be still left a bad taste in her mouth. The other letters weren't much different.
Some pretended to care, to feel for her pain, expressing a outstretched hand to be her rock and shoulder to cry on. Flashed her sympathetic smiles as they tried to pull her close for a hug that was a little too tight. A little too long. Implying things that were so small but flashed like beacons before her eyes.
Kyren could try to shield her from it. He'd made plenty of offers to personally handle anyone coming to her door. Khavan and even his husband Luxore (who was usually frosty on a good day and quiet when in tow) made offers as well to screen her mail before she received it.
But it didn't stop the knowledge that it was happening. It didn't stop the anger she felt boiling in her gut when her aspiring suitors would smile and coo at Ellie like they actually gave a shite. When they'd wink at Sara to get her to be more comfortable when all that did was make her nervous. When they'd tried to play with Mikh'a or Ado and the boys would look at them with tilted heads and innocent confusion as to who these strangers were and why they were trying so hard.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG-
It was over before she realized what had happened. There was a myriad of holes covering the letters she had left on the ground. The paper was smoking and singed while the wax seals had melted or seeped together until it was simply a mess of paper. The gun was in her hand and she hadn't otherwise moved. Once it registered, she dropped the weapon to the ground and quickly took some calming breaths.
When she looked down at her hands, they were shaking.
Adjust, reload, aim-
BANGBANGBANG
The feel of the gun was one that brought her comfort in the last few moons. She'd practice her aim and check her reload times to shorten them by seconds as much as possible until the movements became like breathing. Fluid and natural though she wasn't to a point where she could toss her weaponry around with fancy tricks and movements of her wrist.
The target in front of Lili was littered with holes, many of which were on the torso and head. It was better then before where she was lucky if she got a shot or two on any part of a practice dummy. Now she landed her shots more then she missed. Practice makes perfect and all that chocobo shite.
Adjusting the safety features and ensuring the gun was in a safe position before she plopped down on the grass to admire her handiwork. While perhaps not the finest thing she ever created (one of which was taking her mid morning nap), it still left a surge of pride through her belly that she was improving.
Finding productive things to do had been the best way to keep her mind occupied. When things were quiet and slow, she had too much time to think. To remember and to agonize over. A grimace formed as she ran her hands through her hair. Their wedding anniversary had come and went just a short time prior, leaving her in a state of melancholy great enough to keep her locked in her room for more then a few days. Khavan and Sara helped with the children, no questions asked.
Bless them both.
With a grunt, she rose back up again and picked up her gun. Busy. Yes. She had to keep busy. The less she thought about things, the easier it was to cope. In fact...
Near where she had been sitting were a few letters. Mostly trivial things like business reports, but four were from admirers that sent candies and lilies (the implied cleverness received a deadpan look from the blonde) with implied desire to see her some time. People who once dropped off the face of Eorzea now suddenly paid her attention with Locke's ashes scattered to the winds.
When the first token of affection had arrived, it only made her upset and angry. Shortly afterwards a mechanic she had hired to look over some airship repairs of her vessels in Ishgard tried to ask her out to dinner. Needless to say, she never saw nor spoke to the Highlander after that and he made no efforts to pursue. The fact she had to bluntly tell him she was recently widowed for him to leave her be still left a bad taste in her mouth. The other letters weren't much different.
Some pretended to care, to feel for her pain, expressing a outstretched hand to be her rock and shoulder to cry on. Flashed her sympathetic smiles as they tried to pull her close for a hug that was a little too tight. A little too long. Implying things that were so small but flashed like beacons before her eyes.
Kyren could try to shield her from it. He'd made plenty of offers to personally handle anyone coming to her door. Khavan and even his husband Luxore (who was usually frosty on a good day and quiet when in tow) made offers as well to screen her mail before she received it.
But it didn't stop the knowledge that it was happening. It didn't stop the anger she felt boiling in her gut when her aspiring suitors would smile and coo at Ellie like they actually gave a shite. When they'd wink at Sara to get her to be more comfortable when all that did was make her nervous. When they'd tried to play with Mikh'a or Ado and the boys would look at them with tilted heads and innocent confusion as to who these strangers were and why they were trying so hard.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG-
It was over before she realized what had happened. There was a myriad of holes covering the letters she had left on the ground. The paper was smoking and singed while the wax seals had melted or seeped together until it was simply a mess of paper. The gun was in her hand and she hadn't otherwise moved. Once it registered, she dropped the weapon to the ground and quickly took some calming breaths.
When she looked down at her hands, they were shaking.
