my spidey sense tells me you lot must be getting tired of my OCD tedencies with this fic so, for your sakes, this is the final edit i'm making for the Cosmic Disturbance Indication. you're welcome and i hope you enjoy the fic.

disclaimer; i own nothing except for my characters and this story. also there's no lemons mostly bc i'm so rusty at them.

Prologue

Being knocked back with a wince, almost landing on her backside if it weren't for her quick footing, she shook her head. Regarding the cocky smile that seemed to strengthen at his forcing her on the defense, she wrinkled her nose in annoyance as she could practically hear his smug tone before the match was over… feeling like if her strength had returned with the mere thought, she rushed her opponent with a grunt.

"I thought you'd given up." He said as he brought his left arm to block the sharp punch meant for his jaw.

She recoiled slightly only to lash out with a well-placed kick to his belly, flexing her fingers as he drew back a bit from the kick, smirking in his place. "And let you lord it over me for the foreseeable future?"

He supplied an innocent look that earned another wrinkle of her nose, sending a punch meant for her ribs, only for his muscled arm to be caught in her grip.

Blue met brown and his feigned-innocent look fell altogether. Uh-oh.

Sharply pulling him closer by his arm, she threw him down to the ground with a noise of exertion as it wasn't necessarily child's play to do such, proudly listening as a solid 'thud' sounded when he hit the ground.

The blonde winced this time, slightly perking up when she hadn't let go of his arm and proceeded to form a vice-grip on his hand. "Damn it…!"

"Say it!" The blonde taunted as she had put her full weight on his torso, regarding the residual shock of her quick body-slam that lingered on his handsome face, threatening to break his fingers starting with his middle finger.

"Yield!" He half-groaned and half-shouted the word, the built-up tension in his body disappearing when she let go of his arm, and he exhaled in a measure of relief.

She grinned proudly and relaxed even though she still sat on his belly. "Still don't understand why you fight the inevitable. This has gone on between us for, what, the last century? You've got to know at some point that, you know, I'm better." She lamented.

He scoffed and tried to sit up, making her reluctantly jump to her feet. "It's gone on for five, to be exact, and I'd sooner eat Bilgesnipe dung than admit what you're implying." He stated, straightening without aid, taking pride in his one-head-taller height in comparison to her shorter one.

Rolling her eyes at his dramatics, as she often did when both brothers were being dramatic queens, she cocked a brow at him, "so all I have to do is find a Bilgesnipe, right?" At the falter in his returning cocky smile, she laughed.

"Roslynn!" Both blondes sobered at the call, even as the mentioned party winced at the pointed tone.

The prince smiled cheerily when their eyes met, "sounds like Eir is calling for your head. Again." It wasn't a shock, given how the mentioned healer only called her "daughter" by her full name when she was either looking for her in the palace or when she was in trouble. Most times it was because she was in trouble.

"You should be so lucky…" The warrior retorted before leaving him to ascend the stairs leading out of the training ground.

"Should I chock that up as a win for me, then?" He called as she left the grounds.

She turned only to stick her tongue out before twisting on her heel to leave altogether.

i won't go into detail about how i'm going to divide this story because it's complex and personally, i'm still figuring it out myself. funny what your brain does to you when you're trying to sleep.. anyway, feel free to drop a review and call me a ginormous dork for redoing this damn thing, or whatev. later! :)