Prompt: "I don't know if I have ever met two people who are more suited to one another than you two." "Two weeks? He must be the most presumptuous, arrogant--," Kyden growled out, pacing back and forth between the bunks.
"I know. Get it all out," Maemi sighed. Kyden was still jacked up from his conflict with Tarin earlier, and all of this on top of it wasn't helping to cool his mood. "Total asshole. No training. Just thinks he can swoop in here, expect us to teach him all the circles in two goddamn weeks. What the fuck?" Kyden snapped, raising a fist to punch the concrete wall when his hand froze. Maemi looked unamused, their own hand lifted and clenched in a fist, using their gifts to keep Kyden from acting on his own stupidity. "You're going to bust your knuckles, and then you'll have to explain to Shatki why she needs to spend her energy fixing you. Sit down." Kyden's face fell flat as he glanced at Maemi. "Fine," he huffed after a long moment, knowing he could never really be mad at the kid. Huffing, he fell into the opposite bunk, crossing his arms petulantly. Maemi braced their chin in their hands, watching Kyden quietly, feeling the heat radiating off of Kyden from across the small space. "I know it's gonna be rough. We can't train him on a few of the circles, but hopefully he can at least learn the ones that matter the most for what we need. And I mean...he has the mark. Why would the prophecy be about him if he couldn't do it?" Maemi reasoned. "Bullshit. We all assumed the prophet was out training somewhere safe and hidden, getting powerful enough to take all of the Elites on. But what was he doing? Nothing. He's been unlocked less than a week, and we're all supposed to sacrifice ourselves for him?" Kyden scoffed. "Not me. No way." "You can't assume we're all gonna die," Maemi said quietly, frowning at Kyden. The boy softened at the look and shook his head. "I know, kid. I know...it's just...there's no way we all survive this, especially if we're the ones helping the idiot right to the gates." Kyden flopped back on the mattress, misjudging how far he was from the wall and clunking his head against the concrete. Spitting out curses, he grabbed his head and rolled onto his side, clutching his messy bottle-red hair. "You know, you probably deserved that," Maemi snorted, grinning over at Kyden. "You'll be staying in here, Blake," a voice called from outside, making Kyden sit right up, still holding the back of his head. "No. No way. I am not bunking with him!" he called right back. Maemi just watched their best friend with a knowing smile. "I don't know if I have ever met two people who are more suited to one another than you two," they murmured, quiet enough that Kyden couldn't hear them over his own complaining.
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