A scene from my fanfic The Master Emerald's Daughter. www.fanfiction.net/s/12459299/…
Maria lived and breathed at the center of a web of chaos magic. As she rested on the old sofa, eyes flickering beneath closed lids, she sensed all the minds connected to her own. Ranged around her were three bright figures--Shadow, Metal Sonic, and Knuckles.
Shadow radiated power, but also reflected her own power back to her. His profile was as familiar to her as the inside of her own mind--her beloved brother. Fear and anger swirled within him like fire beneath water. Fear at this place, fear of losing her, fear of her and what she had become. Anger at the others who dared help her, anger that he had not been the one to awaken her. Maria could not help him overcome any of it. He would have to work it out on his own.
Knuckles was a sleeping volcano. Outwardly he was big, burly, and not exceptionally bright. On the inside, he was a complex cave system of hot magma, compressed diamonds, and hot springs to refresh and restore. He burned orange in her mind's eye like living flame. Energy looped out of him and back in again, like flares on the surface of the sun. A powerful line like a comet's tail connected him to Angel Island, making Metal Sonic's connection look delicate as a cobweb. He wore his guardian role like armor, carrying it at all times, conscious of those around him. A line of energy connected him to Maria, established from the first time he touched a chaos emerald and it seized his mind. He was too strong for that, now. His power fed, healed, and anchored Maria. No matter how far she wandered in the ethereal realm of chaos magic, he would always be able to recall her. More than Shadow, even, although Shadow must never find out. Shadow's love was an ill, obsessive love, frantic and feverish. Knuckles's love, by comparison, was as rock-steady as the mountain he resembled. While they both loved her, Knuckles's love was the more wholesome. Particularly because he didn't know that he did.