Sah
Sah manages to keep his balance and only grimaces slightly when Maeve's elbow hits home. Slightly breathless from the hit he shakes his head at her, about to retort. But then her teasing words reach him and Sah's expression darkens, eyes turning steely. He circles her lazily, "You know I should advise you..."
He pauses, surging forward to tackle the Queen, wrestling her until he has her pinned beneath him. One hand holds Maeve's wrists down while the other balances himself as Sah continues, "...against calling me that." The words are quiet, not shouted, but the underlying anger is clear.
He knows Maeve meant it jokingly, it's the only reason he's keeping his anger in check. But he can't shake the memories associated with the word, the painful connotation.
He pauses, surging forward to tackle the Queen, wrestling her until he has her pinned beneath him. One hand holds Maeve's wrists down while the other balances himself as Sah continues, "...against calling me that." The words are quiet, not shouted, but the underlying anger is clear.
He knows Maeve meant it jokingly, it's the only reason he's keeping his anger in check. But he can't shake the memories associated with the word, the painful connotation.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
