ugh god help me i’m having baby amell feelings
like how in sibling circle verse she pretty much takes on a mom role despite only being a year older than him
and as they get older daylen becomes more jaded and jeanne acts out so their roles kind of switch
except when daylen does something dangerous or makes a big decision without consulting her and they end up fighting about it
and he says something akin to YOU HARDLY EVER ACT YOUR AGE or YOU AREN’T MY MOTHER, STOP ACTING LIKE IT
she just gets this look on her face that scares him because it makes her look years older, aeons older, so tired and just as jaded as he is or even moreso, what she hides with all her teasing and vulgarity
and tells him well i’m sorry to disappoint but i’m about as close as you’re going to get to one
and it hurts him and it hurts her and oh my god THEY HAVE THE MOST EXTREME HIGHS AND LOWS why my heart
“How dare they! What, they think just because we’re mages we’re going to bend to every little whim they try to put on us?”
“He’s just lucky all I did was break his nose—I swear, if he so much at looks at you again—”
Daylen finally slouched a bit, his jaw locked while he breathed harshly through his teeth. They probably made for a comedic pair just then - the sixteen year old boy, tall enough to tower over even the hardiest of guards, and his older sister, her arms clutched tight across his chest while her feet kicked uselessly at the back of his calves.
“It isn’t fair,” he muttered, bending down just enough to let her back down on the ground. “What they do to us. To you.”
“I never said it was.” Jeanne kept him in her embrace, hopping up until her arms wrapped around his neck instead - she couldn’t even make her fingers touch when she held him otherwise, not anymore. “But you have to be more careful…they take any excuse to make an example, you know that.”
He was silent for a moment or two, then dipped his head forward and closed his eyes.
“I wish we were home.”
She didn’t respond for a little while, her hands grasping into weak fists at the collar of his robes, but finally she gave a tired little laugh and kissed his cheek.
“For all intents and purposes,” she sighed, brushing his hair from his face until he looked at her, “we are home.”
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He’d been towering over her since he was sixteen, but all it took was The Glare and a hand on a tilted hip, and Sunny was reduced to a shuffling mass of sheepishness. Anders’ barely-concealed smirk was not helping the matter, as he went to work repairing the damage to the newest Warden’s arm and thankfully keeping quiet. “I don’t care HOW good your grades were in Spirit classes, Sunny, you do NOT try to take on an ogre on your own! I’m not going to have you die on me a second time!”
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Nathaniel Howe/Daylen Amell modern AU, Jeanne going “NOW KISS”