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sweetandshortTitle: With the darkness the night forgives, covers our scars, and lets the lost souls live
Fandom: Fable II
Rating: G
Words: 200
Characters: Rose, Hero of Bowerstone
Relationships: Rose & Hero of Bowerstone
Prompt: Rare Fandom
Summary: Rose's options are limited when her sister falls sick with a terrible fever.
Rose’s heart pounded in her chest, fearing every howl of the night wind would carry the cry, “thief, thief!” She trembled, not from cold, but from resisting the urge to run through the streets. But running would attract attention, and Rose needed to be invisible, as indistinguishable from any other street kid loitering about.
Rose never liked stealing. She didn’t like the feeling of dread haunting her steps, that she’d be caught and labeled a troublemaker; or worse, taken away. But she liked the idea of turning to Arfur’s “offers” even less, and the situation was desperate.
New fears rose as she came closer to their encampment, that she might be too late, that her sister’s fever had worsened and that Rose hadn’t been there to…
But Rose saw the rise and fall of her sister’s chest, and relief settled in her own.
“You’re still burning up, little Sparrow,” she whispered, drawing back her hand as her sister stirred fitfully underneath. “But it’ll be alright, see, I got some medicine after all.”
Rose squinted at the bottle under the moonlight, grateful for her literacy that gave them an advantage in their harsh world. It would save her sister’s life tonight.
Fandom: Fable II
Rating: G
Words: 200
Characters: Rose, Hero of Bowerstone
Relationships: Rose & Hero of Bowerstone
Prompt: Rare Fandom
Summary: Rose's options are limited when her sister falls sick with a terrible fever.
Rose’s heart pounded in her chest, fearing every howl of the night wind would carry the cry, “thief, thief!” She trembled, not from cold, but from resisting the urge to run through the streets. But running would attract attention, and Rose needed to be invisible, as indistinguishable from any other street kid loitering about.
Rose never liked stealing. She didn’t like the feeling of dread haunting her steps, that she’d be caught and labeled a troublemaker; or worse, taken away. But she liked the idea of turning to Arfur’s “offers” even less, and the situation was desperate.
New fears rose as she came closer to their encampment, that she might be too late, that her sister’s fever had worsened and that Rose hadn’t been there to…
But Rose saw the rise and fall of her sister’s chest, and relief settled in her own.
“You’re still burning up, little Sparrow,” she whispered, drawing back her hand as her sister stirred fitfully underneath. “But it’ll be alright, see, I got some medicine after all.”
Rose squinted at the bottle under the moonlight, grateful for her literacy that gave them an advantage in their harsh world. It would save her sister’s life tonight.
