Is your armor thin again? Do I want to wear it down?

[headline_maker]

Sacharissa wanted to go home.

The weekend had been a whirlwind of events. Of news. Even with the snake baby and the armies and a variety of other less than pleasing elements, the fact remained it had been busy and it had been home. Sacharissa couldn't bear to let down Jane, but the truth was, she would have stayed in Ankh-Morpork in a heartbeat

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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta had been trying not the think of the weekend as anything more than part of Island life. It made leaving the Disc behind something that wasn't leaving the Disc behind. It made the situation more palatable. The bad part about being back- being awake- wasn't that she missed home, it was that William was miserable and she could feel the same pull in Sacharissa, the heavy feeling of being gone from home, once again

[headline_maker]

Sacharissa looked up, breath catching in her throat when she saw Maladicta come through the door. "Hello," she said. She hated that - the way her voice sounded, so small and thin, the uncertainty that came through that single word.

She sat hunched forward, her head propped up on two balled up fists, and broke from that pose only to wipe discreetly at her eyes with a little sniff. She hadn't meant to let her emotions run away with her like that, but some things just couldn't be avoided.

"William's gone back already, I think." It wasn't so much that she thought Maladicta would only turn up to see William as it was a defense mechanism, just in case she had.

[dishabille_mal]

"I know he has," Maladicta said, eyebrows drawing together, starting across the room. She looked concerned.

"Sax, what- is it the poetry?" she asked, stopping next to the desk.

[headline_maker]

There was another sniff and Sacharissa shook her head, perhaps too violently, hands waving dismissively. "No," she said quickly, "no - oh, it's nothing, I'm fine. The poetry's lovely. Wesley gave it to me for my birthday." It had been terribly sweet of him to remember and to bother. Sometimes she thought it might have been easier if she could have been in love with him. But then another set of problems would have likely cropped up and it didn't much matter who was on the receiving end, did it? It ended up the same. You could want to go home with all your heart and still you'd know the only thing you'd miss was this.

Or, rather, her.