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[thebluestbluewords]

TWST fic but make it Diasomnia fam:

“MOTHER!” Sebek shouts. “MOTHER COME QUICKLY! THE HUMAN CHILD IS BLEEDING!” 

Silver is bleeding, that much is true. He’s also soaking wet, having fallen off of his horse and into the lily pond while trying to avoid Sebek’s swipes with their wooden practice swords. 

“I’m fine, truly,” Silver repeats, and repeats again, and again, as Sebek’s mother comes out of her home and drops to her knees in front of the boys. “There’s no need to bother so much. Father will patch me up later.” 

“You’re bleeding, child.” Sebek’s mother says, taking up Silver’s small hands in her own large ones. She is so tall, and Silver is so small, and it seems odd that such an imposing woman would be willing to care for so small a creature as him, but Sebek is loud and insistent, and Silver is still bleeding from the scrapes on his hands and his knees, so he allows himself to be shepherded inside by the pair of them and wrapped in a towel that is somehow warm and dry despite the dampness of the day outside. 

“You should not be so quick to jump next time,” Sebek’s mother advises, smiling down at him as Silver towels off his hair. “I hear that there is more value in being on the horse than off of it.” 

Silver nods. “Thank you for the advice, Lady Zigvolt. I will endeavor to keep it in mind the next time your son knocks his sword across my back.” 

“Ah, I see. This was a warrior’s fall, then?” 

Sebek slaps his hand down on the table. “It was the fall of one who cannot control his horse as well as I!” 

“If you hadn’t startled him I would have slain you instead!” Silver shouts back, the vehemence of his reply surprising even himself. “You allowed yourself an unfair opening when you startled him with your magic!” 

“YOU SHOULD HAVE CONSIDERED EVERY ANGLE OF ATTACK WHEN YOU ALLOWED ME THE OPENING, MORTAL!” 

“You cheated!” 

“I WOULD NEVER CHEAT! YOU ARE SIMPLY JEALOUS OF MY SUPERIOR CONTROL OVER MY MAGIC!” 

“You’re jealous because I’m older!” 

“Boys! Outside!” Sebek’s mother shouts over both of them, the deep rumble of thunder echoing through her voice. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. Young warriors should be lifting their companions up, not shouting at one another over such a petty matter as a training exercise.” 

“Yes mother.” 

“Yes Lady Zigvolt.” 

“And I expect your father will be wanting you back soon, young one,” she says, looking down at Silver. “It would not be proper to keep him waiting, I think.” 

Silver swallows down the flash of anger, however irrational it may be, at being reminded again of his human origins. 

“I expect you’re right,” he says, instead of shouting again that his humanity is not his weakness. “Thank you for bandaging my hands.” 

Sebek’s mother smiles faintly. “Of course. It would not do for a young warrior such as yourself to return home bleeding all over the place. Send your father my best, please.”