Martial Matter (Calypso, Sabriel)

“It is quite a challenge to let go of the reins when one has become so used to holding them.” Sabriel replied with a chuckle, pleased that Calypso did not seem unnerved by her display. “I must say there is something quite refreshing about it though. Reminds me of my younger days.” There was indeed a time where the dark haired Arrancar found herself having to play the more subservient role, back before she had gotten the hang of her powers and truly found herself. It was simply a part of her growth, knowing when to lead and when to follow. It had certainly saved her life more than once.

Taking the same stance as before, Sabriel would attempt to fall back into the same state that she had been in previously, focusing on trying to return to that calm and tranquil mindset. It was easier this time around and her body again began to move with a rhythm that was all her own. She had no idea whether it was simply a dirty mind and body becoming one or not but regardless, the Arrancar oozed with a certain allure. When she felt that she was once more fully in tune, she would strike out again, in a display that not only was more composed than before but with a certain confidence too.

“I can see why one would choose to meditate in this fashion.” The Arrancar uttered, her tone seeming to match her movements, calm and gentle.

A chuckle escaped the dark haired witch as Calypso flirted with her, her gaze briefly turning to her friend. Sabriel mused to herself that she might not actually mind that, as it would surely be a change of pace for her. The Arrancar had to admit that it was rather tiring to always appear to be so dominating but that was simply how she had to be in Hueco Mundo. In order to keep her band together, she had to be forceful at times, being willing and able to bring down the hammer if she had to. Did she enjoy it? Well, it depended on her mood.

“I wish I had encountered your philosophy a long time ago.” Sabriel replied honestly, doing her utmost to remain in the moment, her body still moving in the same graceful way. It was becoming easier and easier, her breathing steadying to the point that it almost felt as though she had stopped completely. Her body had never been something that she had trained all that much and some of her muscles began to cry out due to being stretched in ways they were not used to but she tried to push past it.

Coming to a stop as she felt Calypso’s hand on her shoulder, Sabriel would return to the present so to speak. Her arms and legs were a little heavy which considering the amount of work she had already done with movement earlier, it made perfect sense. Still, she felt rather happy with her progress and to have something truly new to experience was rather uplifting for the old Arrancar. Something else to experience and perhaps with time, she would learn to master this new art. In truth, it could be useful in more ways than one, as the dark haired woman had always been rather awkward when it came to self defence at close range. She knew her strengths and it had never been one.

With a nod, she would stretch for a moment or two before taking a seat again, allowing herself to rest her aching joints. Naturally, she could not Calypso get away with stating such an equivalent without an answer. “There are more forms of play than just straight up smashing.” She replied with a smile, before adding. “I understand your meaning. I will not push myself too hard.”

The eyes of the Arrancar turned to focus on Calypso as she floated the idea of having some fun and Sabriel spent a few moments looking over her friend properly. Just how serious she was about the whole affair was anyone’s guess but there was a lustful look in the dark haired woman’s gaze regardless. The thought of spending a little private time with the redhead was oh so invigorating although Sabriel wondered if it would be herself who would end up being the one being played with. Calypso was a muscular girl, after all. That being said, Sabriel had a few tricks of her own to turn the tables. She did not answer verbally but her body language would be more than enough to show that she agreed.

Before she could relax after her workout, the Arrancar felt her arm almost being pulled out of its socket as Calypso yanked her out of her seat and off of the train. Lord, the redhead had a powerful grip and the Arrancar briefly fantasised about having Calypso’s arms around her. Maybe later, if she was lucky.

Her daydreaming was cut off rather abruptly though as the redhead suddenly called out to someone in the crowd, with the lavender eyes of the Arrancar again turning to Calypso as she was referred to as her wife. A small smile crossing her face, the dark haired woman would take the rather forward decision of wrapping an arm around the waist of her friend. If Calypso was going to refer to her like that then who was she to argue?

“A pleasure to meet you, Kenichi.” She would utter to Calypso’s friend, her eyes briefly looking over the newcomer as she did so.