Genesis 133
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Title~ Scarred
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 133. Idea just stabbed me and demanded writing. Who am I to go against the will of the muses?
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Melraan clenched his eyes shut and groaned, covering his face with one hand as Aelen tossed back the curtains and allowed the early morning sunlight to pour in.
‘Come on,’ she said briskly, slapping him on the shoulder. ‘Up you get. Look, the sun rose almost half an hour ago.’
Melraan groaned something unintelligible and dragged Aelen’s pillow over his head.
‘I don’t care if you only just got back yesterday. You want to learn to cook, you’re going to have to learn to shop.’ She shook his shoulder roughly, drawing out another groan. ‘We’ve already missed the freshest stuff, you know!’
Melraan shook his head and gestured loosely at the doors that led onto the balcony. ‘Desert,’ he mumbled, voice croaky from a month of breathing sand and dust. ‘Sweep it.’
He could just hear Aelen’s irritated sigh through the pillow before she yanked it off again. The force she used showed she clearly expected a fight, but Melraan couldn’t be bothered, and just covered his face with an arm.
Aelen sighed again, but there was a different tone this time. ‘That bad, was it?’ she asked.
Melraan wasn’t sure whether he could hear genuine sympathy in her voice or not. He nodded briefly. ‘Mhmm.’
Aelen was silent for a while, so long that Melraan was halfway to drifting back to sleep when he felt her weight push down on his hips as she sat down, her fingers gently massaging his back. He smiled and let his arms relax again as Aelen’s fingers began tracing lines over his shoulders, lines he knew well.
‘Old one,’ he told her. ‘Swordie in southern Sissillya. Night ambush so I didn’t see him.’
Her fingers traced another scar on his shoulder. ‘Arrow from mission before last. I thought Ulkar was going to deflect that one.’
‘How do you remember all that?’
Melraan attempted at a shrug and yawned widely. ‘They hurt. That one was from Kaen dagger training last year. I must have done something to annoy him. We’re all good enough that we don’t break skin in training.’
His arm twitched just slightly when Aelen’s fingers found one of the more recent ones, and he repositioned it to make it look like a deliberate action. ‘Another arrow, could have been anything.’
Aelen paused, fingering the scar in silent prompt, but Melraan didn’t say anymore. ‘Melraan?’
He shifted again, thumbing over his fingers as he debated what to tell her. ‘That one you don’t want to know about.’
‘Oh no, you’re not keeping anything from me, Melraan. It doesn’t look that bad, anyway.’
His eyes slid open, not even tempted to smile at the gentle teasing. ‘They use poisoned arrows in the tropics, and their healers aren’t quite as accommodating.’ His arm tensed again as Aelen’s fingers brushed over the scar. ‘That one nearly killed me.’
It wasn’t something he said lightly, and Aelen knew this.
‘So can I sleep in?’
The pillow smacked into his face with a jolt. ‘Aeia no!’
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 133. Idea just stabbed me and demanded writing. Who am I to go against the will of the muses?
Melraan clenched his eyes shut and groaned, covering his face with one hand as Aelen tossed back the curtains and allowed the early morning sunlight to pour in.
‘Come on,’ she said briskly, slapping him on the shoulder. ‘Up you get. Look, the sun rose almost half an hour ago.’
Melraan groaned something unintelligible and dragged Aelen’s pillow over his head.
‘I don’t care if you only just got back yesterday. You want to learn to cook, you’re going to have to learn to shop.’ She shook his shoulder roughly, drawing out another groan. ‘We’ve already missed the freshest stuff, you know!’
Melraan shook his head and gestured loosely at the doors that led onto the balcony. ‘Desert,’ he mumbled, voice croaky from a month of breathing sand and dust. ‘Sweep it.’
He could just hear Aelen’s irritated sigh through the pillow before she yanked it off again. The force she used showed she clearly expected a fight, but Melraan couldn’t be bothered, and just covered his face with an arm.
Aelen sighed again, but there was a different tone this time. ‘That bad, was it?’ she asked.
Melraan wasn’t sure whether he could hear genuine sympathy in her voice or not. He nodded briefly. ‘Mhmm.’
Aelen was silent for a while, so long that Melraan was halfway to drifting back to sleep when he felt her weight push down on his hips as she sat down, her fingers gently massaging his back. He smiled and let his arms relax again as Aelen’s fingers began tracing lines over his shoulders, lines he knew well.
‘Old one,’ he told her. ‘Swordie in southern Sissillya. Night ambush so I didn’t see him.’
Her fingers traced another scar on his shoulder. ‘Arrow from mission before last. I thought Ulkar was going to deflect that one.’
‘How do you remember all that?’
Melraan attempted at a shrug and yawned widely. ‘They hurt. That one was from Kaen dagger training last year. I must have done something to annoy him. We’re all good enough that we don’t break skin in training.’
His arm twitched just slightly when Aelen’s fingers found one of the more recent ones, and he repositioned it to make it look like a deliberate action. ‘Another arrow, could have been anything.’
Aelen paused, fingering the scar in silent prompt, but Melraan didn’t say anymore. ‘Melraan?’
He shifted again, thumbing over his fingers as he debated what to tell her. ‘That one you don’t want to know about.’
‘Oh no, you’re not keeping anything from me, Melraan. It doesn’t look that bad, anyway.’
His eyes slid open, not even tempted to smile at the gentle teasing. ‘They use poisoned arrows in the tropics, and their healers aren’t quite as accommodating.’ His arm tensed again as Aelen’s fingers brushed over the scar. ‘That one nearly killed me.’
It wasn’t something he said lightly, and Aelen knew this.
‘So can I sleep in?’
The pillow smacked into his face with a jolt. ‘Aeia no!’
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