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“Fig-”
“Adaine,” Fig nodded as she pushed past the clearly irritated wizard towards the door of Mordred Manor’s study room/library/possibly disused cult room.
“Fig!”
This time Fig did not respond but kept stomping towards the door.
Adaine rolled her eyes and muttered some words beneath her breath, flicking her fingers towards the bard’s back.
Fig felt herself stiffen and fall motionless mid step, if she was able to move then her raised foot would surely cause her to topple over.
“Yes, Adaine?” She asked, unable to turn her head to look at Adaine as she walked closer.
Appearing in front of the leather clad girl, Adaine sighed.
“We need to talk about…what you saw…”
“What are you talking about?” Fig asked, she knew she was being cruel with how her voice snapped but she really couldn’t care less at the minute, the sooner she pissed Adaine off enough the sooner she’d be able to get away from her.
“I-” Adaine started, then stopped and looked away.
“Oh, you mean how we went into your mind,”
“Fig-”
“Because of the whole fear imp thingy-”
“Fig, please-”
“And then,” Fig continued, the words coming easily as she stopped holding back, “after fighting through progressively worsening fears in your mind, which included a really very brutal fight against both your parents and Goldenhorde, which, fyi, not fun.”
“I know and-”
“And after that when we’re thinking ‘yay we’re done! What can be worse than that, they must be Adaine’s worst fear!’ and then who shows up?”
“Fig-”
“Exactly!” Fig snapped, her resolve only shaking slightly when Adaine flinched, “deep in my best friend’s mind who appears to fight us, representing your deepest, most innate fear? ME.”
“I- Fig…”
Fig sighed, looking at Adaine folding in on herself, her anger not dissipating even slightly, but cooling to a detached fury.
“Adaine, let me go.”
A moment’s hesitation then Adaine twitched a hand and Fig made the rest of her step.
“Thank you.” she said, striding towards the door once more, slowing down as she heard a muffle sob.
“We’re still… friends… I guess. If you even want to be.”
“I do!” Adaine replied in a small voice.
“Then what the fuck? Why am I your worst fear?” demanded Fig, whirling on Adaine.
“You… you aren’t… not really?”
“Not really?” Fig’s tone was incredulous and Adaine clearly heard it, rushing to speak but once more Fig cut her off.
“Listen, you don’t have to lie to protect my feelings… way too late for that,”
“I’m not!” Adaine stomped her foot in a way that a week or so ago Fig would’ve called adorable.
Marching forwards, Adaine grabbed Fig’s hand and held it between both of hers.
“See? I’m not scared of you?”
Fig’s breath caught for a second before she gently pulled her hand from Adaines’.
“So? What are you scared of then?”
“I…” Adaine opened her mouth and closed it a few times, “You’re terrified!” She eventually shot out.
“...You mean terrifying,”
“No, I mean: You are terrified of connections, you are emotionally unavailable, you run off whenever you say something serious, that or you dress up as someone else to avoid imagined consequences but normally you just avoid anything even REMOTELY important.”
“Yeah, yeah I’m a hopeless mess, this is doing a great job of making me feel better.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel better-!”
“Clearly,”
“I’m trying to explain!”
“Well you’re doing a-”
“Shut up!” Adaine yelled with an intensity that made Fig pause.
“I am scared of you ok? I’m fucking terrified of you… but not in the sense that you scare me; I’m so scared of what would happen if…”
“If?”
“You…”
“What!?” Fig snapped. “Just come out and say what you’re so fucking scared of?”
“I’m scared of what would happen if I tell you how I feel!”
“How you feel? Well apparently that’s just being scared of me?”
“I’m in love with you, you idiot!”
The silence which followed seemed unassailable.
“What?”
“I’m in love with you and I’m terrified of how that would effect our friendship but… apparently I fucked that up anyway so you might as well know why I’m scared of you.”
Adaine sighed.
“Not that you’ll acknowledge it.”
“I-” For a heartbeat Fig just stood there, as unmoving as she had been when under the hold of Adaine’s magic, then without a word she turned and sprinted from the room, leaving Adaine to sink down onto the floor, her back to the door she slammed after the retreating back of her friend and let out a half-scream, half-growl as she repeatedly banged her head back against the door.