@musecraft says ❝ it was your blade i needed, not your love. ❞ — from asha !
" OOF - STRAIGHT FOR THE HEART , EH ? " furrowed brows and a theatrical clutching at his chest is the response she , perhaps , has expected and received . Maron looks positively hurt while rubbing his chest a little more , watching her starting to waltz past him with the casual air that only an insolent little sister possessed . there's blood clinging to both of them . not a lot , nothing too grave , but rather the remnants of a tavern brawl that sweet little Asha had decided to start and Maron had reluctantly finished . . . briefly remembering Rodrik in the process . oh , sweet memories .
before she has fully passed him , he reaches out , the crook of his elbow catching her throat and with that unfair ease of an older sibling , he hooks her close despite whatever struggle and pulls her snug up against him in a headlock , only to press an almost painful kiss on her raven black hair . the shit eating grin once he lets her go again , is hardly surprising . " there . you get both , bitch . " as endearing as only a brother could be .