MAEA
Fairly sure they'd had this particular exchange before, the girl pouted and rubbed her arm. Not that it hurt, but he'd hit her. Sibling abuse. It's what it was. And it seemed he actually might want her dead, since he encouraged her to antagonize Wessex.
"I thought you wanted me to be safe, and alive, and all that," she balked, more than a little daunted by the prospect. "Wessex and I don't exactly get along great. I think I've told you that. Jealousy... is not a great idea." See? Proven again for a second time. She was beginning to question his common sense, at this point.
Distracted, she shrugged. "Not me. The Voice probably could. If I asked, which I won't." There was a very stubborn set to her jaw as she said that.
There was little warning to what came next. Amun simply came speeding towards her, arms outstretched. Maea half mimicked the pose, almost expecting him to wrap her up in a hug - but though she set a foot back and braced for an impact, there was none.
Only a strange, melding sensation that jarred the senses and threw her momentarily off balance. When it was over, an actual shudder passed through her, as the internal systems scrambled for a scan and found absolutely nothing wrong.
Slowly, she turned. Fixing Amun with a very stern look, she raised a threatening finger and stabbed it at him. It only trembled a little bit, from surprise. "If you even think to say anything disgusting here, I will kick you." She knew him. Knew his sense of humor. Not today, master Arlun, sir.
"I thought you wanted me to be safe, and alive, and all that," she balked, more than a little daunted by the prospect. "Wessex and I don't exactly get along great. I think I've told you that. Jealousy... is not a great idea." See? Proven again for a second time. She was beginning to question his common sense, at this point.
Distracted, she shrugged. "Not me. The Voice probably could. If I asked, which I won't." There was a very stubborn set to her jaw as she said that.
There was little warning to what came next. Amun simply came speeding towards her, arms outstretched. Maea half mimicked the pose, almost expecting him to wrap her up in a hug - but though she set a foot back and braced for an impact, there was none.
Only a strange, melding sensation that jarred the senses and threw her momentarily off balance. When it was over, an actual shudder passed through her, as the internal systems scrambled for a scan and found absolutely nothing wrong.
Slowly, she turned. Fixing Amun with a very stern look, she raised a threatening finger and stabbed it at him. It only trembled a little bit, from surprise. "If you even think to say anything disgusting here, I will kick you." She knew him. Knew his sense of humor. Not today, master Arlun, sir.
I'm bleeding out for you
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