A Kory, Mar’i, and Jake drabble
This just randomly popped up in my brain today. It’s inspired by some world events.
***This takes place in my universe. Jake and Mar’i are twins, and they were raised in Tamaran**
A burst of blue shot from Jake’s nose, violently flinging him back into his bedsheets. He let out a pitiful noise and rubbed his swollen nose.
“Goodness!” Starfire said and rushed over to her ailing boy. She cradled him in her arms.
“Make it stop, Mama. Please,” he whimpered, nuzzling her neck.
“My poor darling,” she cooed. She pushed back his sweaty bangs and kissed his forehead. “The physicians said the medicine should work soon.”
“How soon?” he asked miserably. His body was wrought with aches and shivers. “I’m dying, Mama.”
“You are not dying, Jaki. You just have a cold, that’s all.” She brought in the best doctors in Tamaran and made them run every test available. In the end, it turned out to be a simple cold, and the Prince should make a speedy recovery. “Just give it a day, my love.”
“A day? I wanna get better now!” he groaned.
Starfire sighed and kissed him once more. “I know, bumgorf. I do not like seeing you so ill. You should be outside, playing with Mar'i. Not cooped up in here.”
“I miss Mar'i.” Starfire smiled tenderly. Her babies had been separated for exactly twenty-two hours, and it was killing them. They were not meant to be apart for this long. But the last they wanted was for Mar'i to get sick as well, so it had to be done.
“She misses you, too. She never stops asking about you,” Starfire hummed. “Be strong, my love, and get better. I fear that if you do not, your sister will destroy the Palace.”
Jake nodded, features now determined. “Okay, Mama.”
She gave him a final squeeze. “You rest now. I will return later to check up on you.” She peppered his face with kisses. “I love you so much, Jaki.”
-A couple of hours later-
A knock awoke Jake at his door. Groggy, he sat up and walked to the door.
“Jaki?” his sister’s voice called from behind the door. “Thank X'hal! You are still alive!”
“Of course, I’m alive, woman!” he exclaimed. He could not help the massive smile on his face, though. He had missed his sister so much, and hearing her voice made him feel ten times better.
“I’m coming in!” she said suddenly. Jake saw the door handle move, but he firmly kept it in place.
“No, Mar'i! You’ll get sick!”
“I don’t care,” she said resolutely. “We can be sick together.”
He frowned and shook his head. “Nuh-uh. You stay healthy.”
“I don’t wanna stay healthy, Jaki!” she shouted. He heard her stomp her foot. “I just wanna see you again.”
He was almost tempted to let her in, but then he remembered how horrible he had felt these past few days. His mission was to protect Mar'i, and he would be a bad brother if he got her sick.
“I’ll be better soon, Mar'i,” he assured her. “And when I am, we can play again! So you can’t get sick.”
“You promise?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Mmmhmm,” he nodded. “I promise.”
“Okay,” she let out a defeated sigh. “If you die-”
“Woman, I’m not dying! It’s just a cold."
"You better not, Jaki. You’re the only one who braids my hair the way I like it.”
Jake snorted and crossed his arms. “Nuh-uh, I’m your best friend, and you know it.”
Mar'i let out a giggle. “You are, Jaki. Okay, I won’t come in, but I’m leaving my dessert for you.”
Jake was surprised. “You didn’t eat your dessert?”
“Yep! It’s a zorkaberry tart.”
“But you love zorkaberry tarts!”
“I do, but you need it more.” He heard her place it on the ground. “It’s right here, Jaki. Please eat it and get better, okay?”
A big grin blossomed on the Prince’s features. “Okay, Mar'i. Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Sweet schlorvaks!”
When he was sure she had left, he creaked his door open and grabbed the dessert. A pink napkin wrapped around it and a note with his sister’s script lay atop of it.
She even drew them together. They were flying in the air and playing with Silkie. He frowned. She drew herself taller than him.
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