You're the one I Dream of
Namor was in his room retouching the mural, he had painted of Shuri, the Black Panther, and himself, in their epic battle. Then he went to one, he started after the alliance; depicting the integration of the two nations.
He painted the inter marriages, the beautiful babies born from these unions, and the various islands of the mix communities formed. And of those as well, who abide in both Wakanda and Talokan. He was very proud of how well it was going. Then a splash alerted him, he had a visitor; his tranquility was about to be interrupted.
Maczil stormed in like a tornado, ranting and raving; about how she was used by Attuma, his most trusted general. She went into details of the things she did for him; and he wouldn’t return the affection, not even kiss her.
Of course, the last thing he wanted to hear, is what she had done sexuality to his general. And as far as he heard, if anybody was in violation, it would have been her, since she forced the issue with Attuma. Because it was very clear, he wanted nothing to do with her.
He sat at his table listening, his head lowered; admiring how well the table had been made. She gained his attention, when she mentions Attuma’s encounter with this Wakanda woman. She told him how she hid behind a tree; while Attuma and her were playing around in the water. He said something about hearing her there then went to investigate the sneaky wench. Of course, getting caught, she fakes this faint, and Attuma got her before she hit the ground. Then picked her up, and took her to his house. And how he told her to return to Talokan.
“He took her in his arms, and carried her to his house,” she screamed. “Then looked back at me, and told me to leave.” Namor said nothing. Now he knew why M'Baku, and Shuri; were so desperate to contact Attuma. Clearly this woman must be ill, if she almost passed out, and he carried her home.
“Did she appeared to be ill, and not overly excited to see him?” He inquired. She stopped her prancing; and stared at him bewildered.
“Hell, if I know,” she yelled. “Do I look like I cared, he carried her to his house, Father. Are you not listening?” Namor exhaled hard. Talking to her is useless. “And then dismissed me.”
“Maczil, your problems are of your own making,” he rose to his feet, then grasped her arms. “If you did all you said you did to him, and he doesn’t return anything. He doesn’t want you, and clearly this woman he does.” He didn’t pull any punches.
“Thanks, Father, for your wonderful words of enlightenment,” she sneered.
“I’m always here to help,” he was being sarcastic, following hers.
“So be it,” she started for the door, then looked over her shoulder. “I will handle it myself.” She ran and dove into the water. Namor stood, wondering what she plans to do. He didn’t like her tone, nor what she spoke.
Attuma made it back to Talokan and into his home. He checked to see if everything was in place; with someone like Maczil, you never know. He went into he room to lay down. It had been a journey, and he was fatigued. He will deal with everyone tomorrow.
His mind went to Okoye, and how he left things with her. He never imagined they would be connected on this spiritual level. But he shouldn’t be surprised, since the time she was away, they both had dreams of phantom lovers. With her return, and their accidental meetings; it would be proven, that they were each other’s paramour apparition.
“I will be home, and there for your surgery, In yakunaj (my darling), I promise you,” he whispered to himself. He was drifting off, when he felt someone entered his room. So much for dealing with things tomorrow.
“Attuma,” Maczil stood in his bedroom door, and seemed quite surprised to see him. He took exceptionally note of it. “I didn’t know you had come back so soon.” He sat up, and stared at her. And what she saw in those cold black eyes; sent chills through her body. She had never seen him look upon her in this manner. Tales of the ruthless General Attuma, resurfaces in her mind, as she witnesses the capability of what he could be like.
“Really, Maczil,” he left his bed, and floated to her. “If that be so, then what are you doing in my home?”
“I-I-I lost my earring and thought I may have left it here,” she stuttered. He wasn’t buying the explanation. “I didn’t think you would mind.” He gave her this look of doubt, but was glad she came. Now, he could get the harder thing out the way.
“Follow me,” he floated pass her, and into the other room. She did as he said, concern with what he was planning. He turned to her. “There’s something I need to say to you. I do apologize for how I treated you, it shouldn’t have been.” She took it the wrong way.
“Oh, Attuma,” she came to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and went to kiss him. He immediately pulled her arms off of him, and gave her a light shove away from him.
“What the Hell, are you doing?” His voice was calm, but tense.
“I thought you were making up with me,” she says to him.
“I am, Maczil,” he confirmed. “But not in the way you think, or evidently want.” Her whole demeanor changed. A solemn one took its place.
“It’s that Wakandan woman, isn’t it?” She said coolly.
“Yes, and no,” he replied. Yes, she is the reason I came back to Talokan, in the first time. I thought we were done; until I saw her today. Then I knew, we were meant to be. And no, as far as you and I are concern. There was never that between us, and for my part, I’m apologizing. It should never have gone that far; I was broken, and didn’t give a damn.” She said nothing for several moments, looking off into space. This gave him cause for concern.
“I see,” she finally says. “Does this mean, we can’t be friends; or at least cordial?”
“As long as we respect the boundaries, I don’t see why not.” He told her. A smile came over her face.
“Thank you for the apology, I really appreciate it,” she expressed. “I will let you get some rest, and see you later.”
“And thank you for being understanding,” he says to her. She left out, with no further words. Attuma wasn’t buying the act. She has something she is planning, so he needs to be on guard. He returned to his bed to get some sleep; he had two to meet with.
Maczil swam through the city, at a fast pace; the tears flying from her face, and vanishing in the water. She made it to a place, and flew inside; and into the older woman’s arms, who was busy with her task. She was stunned, but embraced her, seeing she was upset.
“Paal áanteni', ba'ax ku yúuchul. (My child, what is wrong?), she inquired. Maczil stared her in the eyes.
“He used me, Na',” (Mama), she told her.
“Who, In waal?” (My daughter). She asked.
“Attuma,” she replied. The older woman eyes enlarged.
“I’m confused,” she says. “Attuma? Your father’s general?” Maczil, floated a foot away.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Not my Attuma,” she shook her head. “Not my Attuma. Not the one, I told you; I was in love with, and how much I wanted him.” Maczil nodded. “You wretched child, do you know what you have done?” Her mother slapped her face in anger.
“No, Na', what?” Maczil asked, holding the side of her face as she cried.
“I’ve kept this secret forever,” she more mumbled, than spoke to her daughter. “How to fix this without too much damage? Namor will be furious; and Attuma will be devastated, if he knew the truth.”
“Na', what are you blabbering about?” She asked. Her mother said nothing more; she swam into her room, leaving Maczil, confused.