The Things I Never Said

[Mavick]

Mavick couldn't even bring himself to object as Lyar pulled him away. He was stunned. Just so stunned. Sure, Lyar had gone away before, being a privateer and what-not, but this...He couldn't leave now, could he? "Brother...Brother let go..." he stated, prying himself from Lyars grip. "...Brother, I'm not stupid, and I know you aren't either. So stop and just talk to me..." he said, his voice barely coherent. "...You...Your not serious about leaving, are you Brother?"

[Lyar]

Lyar simply let the midget magician go, before kneeling down to be at his brother's height," Yes, I am."

silence...before he smiled," Mavick, you know that I am a wandering type of guy, and I enjoy every second of it...and with these new friends of mine, Aevian and Aidan...I can go see Bern, and you know how much myself and mama wanted to go there one day!" there was a topic the two would rarely get into: talking about their parents, mostly about their mother,"and if I go..."

silence.

"Well...Mavick, what you are doing right now...planning some sort of battle, I don't know...you loved to do this, but in peacetime in Ostia you never got to...you know mama told me to protect you, and vice versa, and yet...well we both have an opportunity to do what we love to most! You like to boss people around, and I like to run around!" he was beaming now," Besides, like I said: you don't want your big dumb brother cramping up your style now don't you, shorty?"

[Mavick]

Normally, Mavick would have broken into a fit of rage over being called shorty. But now, he just felt sad. "...I..." For the first time in his life, Mavick felt like a child. The child he'd never let himself be. "I never wanted you to leave." He admitted. "I mean...Your my brother, after all..." He felt so incompetent. What could he say in a situation like this? "...Allright, Brother. Your right. We both have a chance to do what we love to do, and we should take it." he agreed. "But...When this is all over...I..." Mavick choked, fighting fiercely with his pride. "I expect you back. Don't make me come looking for you....You'll regret it..." Mavick swore, albeit weakly. This was a new side of the Shaman. He'd never thought he'd get so choked up over something like this, but he was.

[Lyar]

Lyar laughed," Hey! What could happen! I'm indestructible! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! When I come back, I expect you to be the greatest mind in all of Elibe, if you aren't already! When it's all over we'll move somewhere nice, and I'll make us a lot of money in the arenas, then I'll get you a girlfriend, and then everything will be great!"

This was one of Lyar's side jokes/goals: he figured if his short temper, short stature brother was in a relationship, he'd be less asshole-ish...maybe...

"Well then LITTLE brother, I must be off." with this he rose to his feet, turned, and without another word and began to walk away...

...ah who was he kidding?! With this he turned abruptly around, and with a battlecry that would have frightened anyone had it not ACTUALLY been a battlecry, he turned back and barreled into the short shaman, grabbing him in a mighty bearhug,

" GOODBYE BROTHER!"

[Mavick]

Mavick felt the familiar crushing power of his brothers arms, and all he could do was loop his own tiny arms around the giants neck. "Goodbye, Brother." he whispered. "I'm going to miss you..." The little shaman croaked. "And,for what its worth..I...I love you, brother. I really, really love you."

[Lyar]

Lyar was beaming, for his brother was never emotional if it didn't involve swearing or pathetic flailing, as he let his brother drop to the ground," I love you to brother, now I'd best get headin o- oh! Before I forget!" he removed part of his armor, and pulled out an old and yellowed book, and with an physically puzzling gentleness, placed it in his brother's arms," I saved mother's diary from the house. You should probably keep it, seeing as your the one who can read!" still smiling as he ruffled the midget Mavick's hair, he stretched: probably shouldn't keep his companions waiting any longer.

" Well brother, it is time I head off! Now try and be nicer and make friends alright?! If you don't: guess who's arms I'm ripping off!" trying his hand at Mavick's form of affectionate death threats, he turned and walked away, his booming laugh well audible even after he was out of view...

OOC: You can have a final reflection post or something if you want I suppose Mavick, otherwise you can close up the support.