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Bits and Pieces Chapter Twenty Four
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Amara
winced as the knife tip nicked her thumb, drawing a bead of blood to the
surface just beside the nail. She swore
softly in her native tongue, sucking on the small wound briefly to stop the
bleeding.[1]
�Princess,�
Lance intoned warily, watching her hold her thumb out to examine the nicked
spot. �What�s going on?�
Amara
turned to face him, the blade still held in her right hand and her slightly
bleeding thumb out in front of her. �Not,
apparently, what you assume. Why are you
awake so early on a Sunday?� She raised
an eyebrow at his uncertain expression, pointedly turning away to replace the
knife in it�s spot on her altar next to the brazier and chalice. �It�s just now dawn.� She shivered slightly before her open window,
the faint chill in the morning air finding it�s way through the loose fabric of
her long, yellow robe.
�Had to
pee,� he muttered, watching her movements as he trod to her bed, flopping down
on the pale orange comforter. �Saw your
light on�� He yawned widely as she
turned to face him again. �Sorry� it�s
the ass crack of dawn, ya know��
�What a
charming turn of phrase,� she sighed. �Are
you going back to sleep?� She pushed her
hair behind her ears and crossed to the bed, sitting on the edge considerably
more carefully than he had. �I was
planning on getting some breakfast and working in the Danger Room.�
He
snorted. �Why? It�s *Sunday*. It�s a day of rest, yaknow.� He reached out and trailed his fingertips
down her thigh, ruching the fabric of her garment
slightly as he reached her knee. �We�ve
got a few hours before everyone�s up.�
Amara
sighed again, this time a considerably more aggrieved sound. �Lance, as much as I appreciate your
enthusiasm for sex, we have a lot of work to do.� She moved his hand from her leg and patted
his fingers. �I would think that you
would be more concerned about our preparedness after the Shi�ar incident.�
He rolled
his eyes and groaned, turning onto his back and letting his head hang over the
edge of the bed. �Princess, please� No
amount of Danger Room training in the world can prepare for an alien
attack. Again.� He let out a long, weary breath and drummed
his heels idly against the sideboard of her bed. �Why this sudden gung ho preparedness
kick? The great and powerful Oz tell you
something the rest of us need to know?�
He knew he had misspoken as soon as the words left his mouth. Amara�s lips pursed and her eyes
narrowed. She stood and smoothed her
robe, the gold of the fibula [2]
glinting in the early morning light filtering into the room through the oak
trees outside. Lance was struck, for
just the briefest of moments, by the fact that she was still a princess, still
royalty, no matter what her father or the consul of Nova Roma said. �I�m sorry,� he sighed, sitting up and
swinging his legs around so that he faced her.
�That was rude.�
�That was
ignorant,� she corrected. �I was raised
to be a warrior, Lance. I am dedicated
to Bellona, to Mars� I am a child of war whether the
ignorant fools in this benighted place believe in such things or not. We cannot
go about our lives as if good thoughts and happy faces will protect us. We are in the first days of battle,
Lance. I plan on surviving until the
end.� She inhaled deeply and tilted her
chin so that she looked down her nose at him in an unconscious gesture of
superiority. �If you want to die, so be
it. I will see you in the next world.
But I refuse to go meekly like some great sacrifice to the Professor�s
pacifism.�
Lance felt
his eyes widen. Amara�s voice had taken
on a distinct edge, almost a growl, and was so dark he felt a coil of fear
unwind in his belly. Her fingers had
curled into fists at her side and she was rigid with some anger he could not
name. �Princess,� he said carefully,
standing and reaching out a hand to lay on her arm, �you sound like Magneto an�
them now� What�s going on?�
�Magneto is
selfish. He wants this war to force non mutants out of existence. He is an overgrown child, crying for
attention and bullying those who would put him in his place. He is no better than us, no worse.� She did not remove his hand from her arm but
she did not relax under his touch, either.
Instead, she inhaled slowly, her body drawing up to her full height,
then exhaled, a change coming over her face and posture as she did so,
everything relaxing and becoming less adversarial and more tired teenager. �Want some breakfast?� she asked in a
decidedly calmer tone. �I think I would
like an egg.�
Lance
blinked, his hand dropping to his side. �What?�
He frowned, furrowing his brow as she reached for the fibula on her
robe, turning away as the garment dropped and walking naked to her closet. �You want breakfast?�
�Yes,� she
called from inside the walk in closet. �An
egg. And some orange juice.�
He sighed,
pinching the bridge of his nose. �One
day,� he muttered, �she�ll make perfect sense,� he muttered to himself.
�What was
that, Lance?� Amara stuck her head out
of the closet, her uniform in her hand. �Something
the matter?�
�Nothing,�
he sighed, shrugging. She disappeared
back into the closet and he padded over to her altar, set before the open
window. The incense she had been burning
was naught but ashes as he looked down at the set up, gray dust scattering
across the silver and copper of the items as the breeze rustled through the
trees and curtains. For one, shining
instant, he wanted to throw the whole thing out of the window, damning it for
having such a hold over her life and making her so prone to be illogical at
times. A soft breath behind him made him
turn guiltily and there she was, in her uniform and holding a hair clip,
watching him carefully. �Nice knife,� he
said, blushing furiously.
�The knife
is only a servant. It is not the power.� She watched him for a moment more, her eyes
never leaving his face. After several
seconds of the thick silence, she turned away, leaving the room without another
word. Lance stared after her, his lips
parting with words he did not know how to form, before following her down the
stairs and into the kitchen, his mind a morass of conflict.

[1] Saliva
contains coagulants. Really.

[2] Scroll
down. http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/d/e/deo114/art002/Final_Project/LIfestyle.htm
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