Spent the afternoon in the sparring ring, working through some frustration. Sometimes the best way to clear your head is to feel your muscles burn and your lungs ache. That, or a good, hard fuck. Both are equally effective forms of meditation, really. The latter just requires a more... cooperative partner. One who doesn't mind being pushed up against a wall and taken with the same focused intensity I use with a blade. Thinking about the difference in stamina between elves and humans lately. The frantic, desperate energy. How a human's body gives itself over so completely, so quickly. It's intoxicating to be the one who unravels that control, to feel them come apart under your hands, your mouth, your cock. Makes the discipline of the Knights' life feel worth it, having something so beautifully chaotic to come home to.