[Maul tried to think to answer Savage's question but it was hard to focus right now. Everything was just a little more fuzzy around the edges and made it harder to really think in a normal manner. Maul felt more relaxed and calm than he had in a long time, maybe for the past decade or two.]
If you think I have been gone too much, I shall try to endea-- [He paused, trying to think of the right word.] --endear-- [No, that wasn't the right one either. Maul just gave up.] --I shall try to be here more often.
[He and his brother had been separated for so much of their life that they needed to make up for time. It was nice just to have days where they were in each other's orbits, the two of them fixing up the house or building the Legos or even Maul reading in one room while Savage doted on Ruin in another.
The room began to feel like it was starting to whirl and so he laid down next to his brother, still slowly tracing all of his different tattoos.]
That is the very definition of lonesome, Savage.
[He glanced down at one of the tattoos on Savage's chest, tracing it gently with a claw.]
I know this one. It was the one I came up with when Mother asked me to create a tattoo design for you. She was giving you your first ones when you were a year old.
[Maul himself had only been about four but he remembered such an occasion very distinctly, having taken his role as older brother being asked his opinion very seriously. Talzin had been very fond of her eldest and kept him close by even long after he was past the age where he traditionally would been sent to the Nightbrother village. That had included allowing him to participate in the ritual of giving Savage his first tattoos.]
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If you think I have been gone too much, I shall try to endea-- [He paused, trying to think of the right word.] --endear-- [No, that wasn't the right one either. Maul just gave up.] --I shall try to be here more often.
[He and his brother had been separated for so much of their life that they needed to make up for time. It was nice just to have days where they were in each other's orbits, the two of them fixing up the house or building the Legos or even Maul reading in one room while Savage doted on Ruin in another.
The room began to feel like it was starting to whirl and so he laid down next to his brother, still slowly tracing all of his different tattoos.]
That is the very definition of lonesome, Savage.
[He glanced down at one of the tattoos on Savage's chest, tracing it gently with a claw.]
I know this one. It was the one I came up with when Mother asked me to create a tattoo design for you. She was giving you your first ones when you were a year old.
[Maul himself had only been about four but he remembered such an occasion very distinctly, having taken his role as older brother being asked his opinion very seriously. Talzin had been very fond of her eldest and kept him close by even long after he was past the age where he traditionally would been sent to the Nightbrother village. That had included allowing him to participate in the ritual of giving Savage his first tattoos.]