The Primarch Keeps Breaking Things

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> It was a gift, but the person who gave it to you apparently stole it.

> Apparently it's crazy valuable. The last owner is even willing to give you a Render's Egg for it. Where they got it, you've no idea.

> Practice punching imaginary Aedan if he's off doing stupid stuff again.

You toss your comm on your bed and fall face-forward into silken sheets. Tantrums are unbecoming for a person of your status, but you can't help it -- you spend ten solid seconds yelling into your pillow and thrashing like an irate sea lion.

At least you feel better when you're done. Wailing on an imaginary Aedan cleared your mind some.

You review your messaging history and breathe out slow. Fine! Don't pick up. See how he feels when he returns from whatever pointless excursion to find a note saying, 'By the time you read this, I'm already dead, and it's most certainly all your fault.'

Hmm.

On further thought, perhaps that's a smidge excessive. You fish your comm from between your pillows and prepare one final round of annoyed messages.

• Aedan, for both our sakes, you better not be lying about the wyverns and succubi
  
• I'm so serious right now
  
• I need. That. Wand. ASAP.
  

• Trust me that it's like 23055346246436x more important than I thought
  
• Some very important people want it back
  
• It's on par with an honest to goodness Render's Egg, and I'm not talking about cards
  
• Aedan???
  
• Omgosh what's the point of having interdimensional comm service if you're going to leave it on silent all the time -_-;
  

You abandon the device to your nightstand, then smooth your clothes and hair at the dressing table. You curse when your comb hits a snag. Not because it hurts, but because--ugh--staring at your tense reflection, you realize that this debacle's essentially your fault.

Mama was right. You should've known better! Better than to let your clumsy twin borrow an expensive gift, and better than to accept something so expensive from an inadvisable source.

That's what they were, your ex-lover. 'Inadvisable'. Your stupid 'rebels are sexy' phase had you dating an actual, legitimate criminal for months, and you were none the wiser.

Your comm buzzes, jerking you from your reverie. You scramble to answer the call.

"Aedan?"

- - - - -

Ha, as if. Who's on the line? How do they greet you, if at all?

>_