Random Chaotic Bitch named Maddi

Marin-Lee Romana had just about had it with the ice and snow. Ironic considering her own ice and snow powers, but true nonetheless. She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake away the snow that continued to pile on her hood. “Gods, it’s just getting worse.”

Din looked over at her, and Marin could practically see the look on his face, despite his snow-covered helmet. Marin shook her head. “No, Din. Before you ask, my powers don’t work like that. I can’t manipulate the snowy weather. I can only create more. That’s not necessarily helpful in our situation.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t saying anything, cyar’ika. I was trying to make sure you’re doing alright. That gash on your leg isn’t bleeding again, is it?”

Marin looked down at her leg. The wound had been throbbing for the past twenty minutes, and the bandage covering the rip in her pants was growing more and more red. It was definitely getting worse, but her husband didn’t need to know that. She was a siren, for crying out loud. She could handle a little scratch.

Marin shook her head, forcing a smile in Din’s direction. “I’m fine, dear. Just ready to get into dry clothes.”

Din nodded, and Marin forced herself not to limp. She could fix her leg when they made it back to the Razor Crest, and the kid. But until then, she would just have to put up with the unrelenting snow and slick ice.

A hand caught her wrist, and Marin glanced up at Din, who nodded forward. “There’s the Crest. We’re almost there.”

Marin grinned brightly under her hood, but as soon as the words left Din’s lips, a shrill shriek caught their attention. A giant, avian creature, with sharp talons and a very pointy-looking beak. Marin cursed as it circled above them. “You just had to jinx it!”

The creature swooped down at them, and Marin gasped. “Dive!”

She landed face-first in the snow, spluttering and coughing. “Son of a–”

A screech cut her off, and she flipped onto her back, sitting upright to assess the situation. The creature was pecking at Din, and it was clear who was losing the fight. Marin rose to her feet, crying out. “Din! Leave him alone, demonio!”

A familiar, icy tingle ran up Marin’s spine and into her hands, and she screamed in rage, blasting the creature with a wave of ice, propelled by her siren song. It shrieked in rage as the ice shoved it away, and Marin dropped to her knees, gasping as pain shot up her bad leg. A blur of silver knelt next to her, and a familiar voice met her ears. “Marin? Are you alright?”

The siren gasped. “I’m fine.”

She tried to stand, but her bad leg gave out, and she collapsed back down into the snow with a sharp cry. “Nope. Not fine. Definitely not fine. Ow.”

Din sighed, looking over at her leg, which had begun to bleed through the bandage. He winced as he saw the white snow stain red, the awful color spreading from his wife’s leg like fog in a forest. “No kidding. Hold on, mesh’la.”

Marin let out a slight yelp as her husband scooped her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the Razor Crest. Though she would’ve protested it any other time, she let him have his victory, reaching up to kiss the cheek of his helmet before leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thanks, love.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “For you? Anytime.”

Half an hour later, Marin sat in dry clothes while Din carefully cleaned and closed the wound on her leg. She watched his face carefully as he worked, and when he started wrapping the injury, she reached out to smooth the wrinkle on his forehead that always seemed to show up when he was focused on something. “You’ve got that look on your face,” she murmured, cupping his cheek in her palm. “The look that tells me you’re focusing too intently.”

He hummed absent-mindedly, finishing off the bandage. Marin smiled slightly. “Din. Look at me.”

His sweet brown eyes met hers, and she smiled fully, scooting closer to him. She pressed her forehead to his, her hand still cupping his cheek. “I’m alright, my love.”

He sighed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Marin pulled away, looking into her husband’s eyes. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a sweet reminder of the reality of her presence. “I’m sure. I’m done with the snow for the time being, but I’m alright.”

Din finally smiled, pressing a kiss of his own to the inside of Marin’s wrist. “Good.”