Mine. Sadiq/Tahir. Rated PG.
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Been a long time, I know. I haven't finished coloring that last sketch - mostly because I took ages to go about inking it, and then got a new computer and transferred files etc, etc. Anyway, the inked version isn't on this computer yet so it must be rescanned.
However, I have done some more writing. Those of you who remember Mykel and Rion? If you didn't know, there were... interesting circumstances revolving around them conceiving the princes of Maradesh. But I've written several drabbles about them, Sadiq, the elder red-haired, blue-green eyed older brother. He's 18, has Rion's hair, skin, temperament and general looks. That is to say charisma out the wazoo. He has the red dragon blood heritage as well, and thus can give up arcane spells in lieu of using a firey breath weapon. He also has a thing for blood. >_>; He has Mykel's eyes, wisdom [though he hardly exercises his common sense] and divine spellcasting abilities. He's a sorcerer, like Rion, but also a favored soul, which is like a cleric, except he doesn't have to prepare spells ahead of time. He casts both arcane and divine spells and is the heir to the Maradeshi throne.
His brother, Tahir, is 2 1/2 years younger, currently 15. He's tall and skinny, with Mykel's hair, and Rion's eyes, both blue-black as night. He's a rogue like his Uncle Sylvain [Rion's brother] and has his intelligence. He looks far more like Mykel than Rion, and once he fills out, will have Mykel's build. Tahir's also an assassin, and had learned shadow stealth from Mykel. His sneak attack is ridiculous. He has always worshipped his older brother [who was a little too oblivious to notice for years] and will do just about anything for him.
They have been nicknamed the Sadist and the Terror by the palace servants. Each brother individually is frightening enough. Together, they scare the bejesus out of most of Maradesh. All of Maradesh when joined by their cousin Lyra, Syl's daughter with Hana, the psion.
Just a little background there for ya.
Here's the first story about them. They're still babies in this one, ranging from Tahir just being born to being about two. Two more drabbles will follow.
Mine
When Tahir was born, two year old Sadiq climbed up onto a footstool to peer into his baby brother's cradle. Unlike most newborns, who were red and screaming and inevitably had blue eyes from unsettled pigmentation, this one was pale, eyes the same blue-black as the tufts of hair on his head, and oddly silent. He looked very little like his older brother.
Sadiq was not impressed. That would change.
Although they initially thought – and secretly continued to think – Tahir was possibly mute, though not deaf, the baby was in fact perfectly healthy, the clerics assured his... parents. But to themselves, they wondered… There had to have been some side effects from the... interesting conceptions and births of both children. The eldest was already decidedly an unholy terror and prone to bouts of illness and easily susceptible to the harsh desert heat and sun. The youngest made no sound. Didn’t cry, scream or wail for attention like Sadiq had. Like most babies did. He stayed perfectly quiet, impossibly dark eyes watching whoever came near.
Even that young, those eyes lingered on his elder brother.
Sadiq, predictably, was one of few not unnerved by his brother’s silence. If anything, he was intrigued. He did all the talking for the both of them, and became quickly, and oddly, in tune with Tahir’s needs. He’d be gently – curiously – touching the baby’s black hair and then look up, and announce in the imperious voice only a two year old prince could have, “He’s hungry. Feed him.”
Whatever bond the brothers would have had already been formed, in hours of silence, a feat everyone thought impossible for Sadiq. Hours of communing, blue eyes fixed on black. Small hand touching dark hair, and chubby fists reaching for blood red braid and tugging.
The servants never asked aloud why Sadiq let Tahir yank on his hair. Why he let him get away anything. Everything.
Observant though he was, Tahir seemed intellectually slow in developing – by the clerics view. Though he was already pulling himself to his feet at nine months, it was a full two years before he spoke his first word.
Mykel and Rion could have predicted what it would be.
Sadiq was four. Old enough to move out of the nursery and have his own room. It should have made him happy. Splendid large room, full of toys, bright colors, rich furnishings – a room fit for a price, for the heir to the throne. It shouldn't have made him kick and scream and cry, latch far too strongly onto Tahir’s cradle and glare daggers at the wizard who dared to try to pull him off.
In the cradle, Tahir sat up, stood and reached for his brother, fist wrapping around the growing red braid and pulling. Concerned expression in black eyes, and then, “Sadiq.”
It was as if someone cast a mass hold spell. Everyone froze in place, but none so much as Sadiq, staring down at his little brother – that too would change – in surprise. Tahir tilted his head and tugged again. “Sadiq!” The first syllable got a little lost, but it was clear enough. The wizard let go. Sadiq loosed one hand from the cradle to wipe away tears.
And smile.
No one could pay that wizard enough to try intervening again.
The prince that was never happy was smiling, and the one thought mute was happily chittering away his brother’s name. Moving Sadiq from the nursery could wait.
Left alone now Sadiq continued to let Tahir tug on his hair till every last vestige of unhappiness was gone. It was the first time Sadiq thought ‘Tahir’ and ‘mine’ in the same breath.
It wouldn’t be the last.
Been a long time, I know. I haven't finished coloring that last sketch - mostly because I took ages to go about inking it, and then got a new computer and transferred files etc, etc. Anyway, the inked version isn't on this computer yet so it must be rescanned.
However, I have done some more writing. Those of you who remember Mykel and Rion? If you didn't know, there were... interesting circumstances revolving around them conceiving the princes of Maradesh. But I've written several drabbles about them, Sadiq, the elder red-haired, blue-green eyed older brother. He's 18, has Rion's hair, skin, temperament and general looks. That is to say charisma out the wazoo. He has the red dragon blood heritage as well, and thus can give up arcane spells in lieu of using a firey breath weapon. He also has a thing for blood. >_>; He has Mykel's eyes, wisdom [though he hardly exercises his common sense] and divine spellcasting abilities. He's a sorcerer, like Rion, but also a favored soul, which is like a cleric, except he doesn't have to prepare spells ahead of time. He casts both arcane and divine spells and is the heir to the Maradeshi throne.
His brother, Tahir, is 2 1/2 years younger, currently 15. He's tall and skinny, with Mykel's hair, and Rion's eyes, both blue-black as night. He's a rogue like his Uncle Sylvain [Rion's brother] and has his intelligence. He looks far more like Mykel than Rion, and once he fills out, will have Mykel's build. Tahir's also an assassin, and had learned shadow stealth from Mykel. His sneak attack is ridiculous. He has always worshipped his older brother [who was a little too oblivious to notice for years] and will do just about anything for him.
They have been nicknamed the Sadist and the Terror by the palace servants. Each brother individually is frightening enough. Together, they scare the bejesus out of most of Maradesh. All of Maradesh when joined by their cousin Lyra, Syl's daughter with Hana, the psion.
Just a little background there for ya.
Here's the first story about them. They're still babies in this one, ranging from Tahir just being born to being about two. Two more drabbles will follow.
Mine
When Tahir was born, two year old Sadiq climbed up onto a footstool to peer into his baby brother's cradle. Unlike most newborns, who were red and screaming and inevitably had blue eyes from unsettled pigmentation, this one was pale, eyes the same blue-black as the tufts of hair on his head, and oddly silent. He looked very little like his older brother.
Sadiq was not impressed. That would change.
Although they initially thought – and secretly continued to think – Tahir was possibly mute, though not deaf, the baby was in fact perfectly healthy, the clerics assured his... parents. But to themselves, they wondered… There had to have been some side effects from the... interesting conceptions and births of both children. The eldest was already decidedly an unholy terror and prone to bouts of illness and easily susceptible to the harsh desert heat and sun. The youngest made no sound. Didn’t cry, scream or wail for attention like Sadiq had. Like most babies did. He stayed perfectly quiet, impossibly dark eyes watching whoever came near.
Even that young, those eyes lingered on his elder brother.
Sadiq, predictably, was one of few not unnerved by his brother’s silence. If anything, he was intrigued. He did all the talking for the both of them, and became quickly, and oddly, in tune with Tahir’s needs. He’d be gently – curiously – touching the baby’s black hair and then look up, and announce in the imperious voice only a two year old prince could have, “He’s hungry. Feed him.”
Whatever bond the brothers would have had already been formed, in hours of silence, a feat everyone thought impossible for Sadiq. Hours of communing, blue eyes fixed on black. Small hand touching dark hair, and chubby fists reaching for blood red braid and tugging.
The servants never asked aloud why Sadiq let Tahir yank on his hair. Why he let him get away anything. Everything.
Observant though he was, Tahir seemed intellectually slow in developing – by the clerics view. Though he was already pulling himself to his feet at nine months, it was a full two years before he spoke his first word.
Mykel and Rion could have predicted what it would be.
Sadiq was four. Old enough to move out of the nursery and have his own room. It should have made him happy. Splendid large room, full of toys, bright colors, rich furnishings – a room fit for a price, for the heir to the throne. It shouldn't have made him kick and scream and cry, latch far too strongly onto Tahir’s cradle and glare daggers at the wizard who dared to try to pull him off.
In the cradle, Tahir sat up, stood and reached for his brother, fist wrapping around the growing red braid and pulling. Concerned expression in black eyes, and then, “Sadiq.”
It was as if someone cast a mass hold spell. Everyone froze in place, but none so much as Sadiq, staring down at his little brother – that too would change – in surprise. Tahir tilted his head and tugged again. “Sadiq!” The first syllable got a little lost, but it was clear enough. The wizard let go. Sadiq loosed one hand from the cradle to wipe away tears.
And smile.
No one could pay that wizard enough to try intervening again.
The prince that was never happy was smiling, and the one thought mute was happily chittering away his brother’s name. Moving Sadiq from the nursery could wait.
Left alone now Sadiq continued to let Tahir tug on his hair till every last vestige of unhappiness was gone. It was the first time Sadiq thought ‘Tahir’ and ‘mine’ in the same breath.
It wouldn’t be the last.