Everyone Loves Soren
By: Manna


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01: Soren/Mia

In a whirl of color and hair and babbling, Soren was jerked out of his private little bubble. He could have sworn that he'd been minding his own business. He narrowed his eyes at the person standing in front of him.

Oh. Her. Goody.

"What do you want?" he asked, though perhaps it was more of a demand for an explanation and not a question at all.

"I found my rival!" She looked sickeningly eager to tell him all about her rival-seeking adventures, which he naturally wanted to avoid.

Black lines on the still slightly-curled map were a lot quieter than Mia, and he found them to be better company. He turned away and tried to concentrate on his work.

"Aren't you going to ask who my rival is?"

He considered not answering her, but a spark of hope flickered at the back of his mind. "No," he said, hoping that honesty would be the best policy. Or at least the most efficient one in removing her from his peripheral vision and range of hearing.

She laughed. "It's you, Soren! You're my rival! I saw you with Titania's horse the other day, and I thought to myself… Well now, there is my perfect rival! A white horse—"

"It's actually grey—"

"Oh, and with some new clothes, and perhaps a weapon… What about a light sword?"

"No."

"I can't really picture you holding up a broadsword, Soren."

His forehead scrunched together in frustration. The babbling in his ears was keeping him from his map-studying, and him speaking his mind wasn't helping.

He looked up from his map for a moment and caught her eye.

"I'm not your rival, I will never be your rival." He looked back down at his work. "However… I hear Oscar is looking for one."

"Oscar?" she asked, distracted. "I never thought of Oscar."

"He has a white horse," he suggested dryly.

"Is it white? I thought it was almost grey."

"Close enough." His knuckles were white from clenching his fist. "Go challenge him to a duel…or whatever it is rivals do."

"Yeah! I think I will!"

For a moment, he wondered why she was coming closer to him. Oscar was at least half a mile away, after all, and he would be in for an interesting surprise when Mia showed up. If she showed up. He opened his mouth to tell her that the door was on the other side of the room, not a part of him, when—

She slapped him heartily on the back, nearly pushing his face into the table his map rested upon.

"Thanks, Soren!" she said cheerfully before turning and charging out of the room, obviously on a very important mission. Oscar would probably stop by later to question that mission and how it had come about, but Soren decided that he would deal with that when the time came.

In the meantime, he would enjoy the silence while he poured over his map.


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Author Notes:

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