@themachiavel . @forslaughter : ❝ Wherever you are, is where I’ll go! ❞ wrong blog kinda but like. blaise @ manala and kinda amare but you know ! he's goin ! from hadestown prompt ( selectively accepting )
“Of course you are, and I wouldn’t expect anything different!” her brown eyes find Blaise’s, brows furrowed. Ther is some indignation that wouldn’t be there otherwise, if the situation was any different. Usually, she would say that she could take care of herself and was as capable as the two of them, but she didn’t want Amare getting any ideas and using those words for himself. Manala was the eldest, she had a duty to provide an example. He huffs, crossing her arms and slowly walking around in circles in her bedroom. Amare had dragged Blaise upon noticing that their papa had left, Mama had gone into her home office. Amare had started getting dreams, really bad dreams and mama had heard about it through the grapevine. Manala wasn’t sure if it was the grapevine or she had a way of listening to them even here “The same can be said for me to both of you. I hope that you both know this by now.”
Because anything else would be insulting and ridiculous. They were both her little brothers, despite being far taller than she was. Height meant nothing, mama was five feet tall and papa was much, much taller “And that’s why,” she turns once again to the two of them, sitting n the bed “when we do go to England we’ll stick together. No leaving by yourself.” and now she looks pointedly towards Amare with a deep frown. He had this thing about doing stuff by himself without telling anyone else when they were more than capable and willing to help him. She would drag him through the mud by his ear “Don’t even get any ideas Amare or I will tell mom and dad.“
