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Wild Roses fic prompt 098 "Trust"
Title: pause for breath
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Isael
Prompt: 098 "writer's choice" - Trust
Word Count: 310
Rating: all ages
Notes: follows previous directly. (I thought this arc was going to hit seven prompts. This is 14 and counting. Gaaah.)
The apartment was now familiar enough--easily navigated while thinking of other things or not thinking at all--that he was in the bathroom, another blanket robbed from the bed to use as a towel, before he paused to think about the implications of his cousin bringing a child with him.
That could've come from any of three avenues of thought--a fourth discarded as soon as articulated--he came up with as he stripped down to skin and got into the shower again. His cousin, whatever else he was, was not an idiot.
The remaining soap lathered poorly, meant for cooler water use and well beyond its expected lifetime. Seals and wax-imprinted wishes would keep it safe in a jar, but once cracked the three days of lathering herbals' best use remained.
Line one, that his cousin had spread tell-tales through the space while Isael was prowling the rest of the building, was possible. Any story told of foxes featured their sneakiness and disregard for laws, and his cousin hadn't lived through two wars by luck and quick hands alone.
His shoulder popped as he scrubbed at an itch on his back, thinking. Possible, but he was inclined to disbelieve it. He'd lost a potato to rot and the pot of cheese had gone green--either his cousin was sneaky enough to leave such things untouched to feed the illusion of privacy or was absentminded.
Line two, then--that the small fluff-haired boy was trusted enough in his own right to run when told to do so, or to fight himself. The first was more likely than the second; the boy didn't move like a mageblood, his hands human fast, not faster slowed and controlled to human speeds.
The third line of thought--that Aodh his cousin trusted him enough to control unthinking reactions to the point that he'd not hurt a child--was a little terrifying.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Isael
Prompt: 098 "writer's choice" - Trust
Word Count: 310
Rating: all ages
Notes: follows previous directly. (I thought this arc was going to hit seven prompts. This is 14 and counting. Gaaah.)
The apartment was now familiar enough--easily navigated while thinking of other things or not thinking at all--that he was in the bathroom, another blanket robbed from the bed to use as a towel, before he paused to think about the implications of his cousin bringing a child with him.
That could've come from any of three avenues of thought--a fourth discarded as soon as articulated--he came up with as he stripped down to skin and got into the shower again. His cousin, whatever else he was, was not an idiot.
The remaining soap lathered poorly, meant for cooler water use and well beyond its expected lifetime. Seals and wax-imprinted wishes would keep it safe in a jar, but once cracked the three days of lathering herbals' best use remained.
Line one, that his cousin had spread tell-tales through the space while Isael was prowling the rest of the building, was possible. Any story told of foxes featured their sneakiness and disregard for laws, and his cousin hadn't lived through two wars by luck and quick hands alone.
His shoulder popped as he scrubbed at an itch on his back, thinking. Possible, but he was inclined to disbelieve it. He'd lost a potato to rot and the pot of cheese had gone green--either his cousin was sneaky enough to leave such things untouched to feed the illusion of privacy or was absentminded.
Line two, then--that the small fluff-haired boy was trusted enough in his own right to run when told to do so, or to fight himself. The first was more likely than the second; the boy didn't move like a mageblood, his hands human fast, not faster slowed and controlled to human speeds.
The third line of thought--that Aodh his cousin trusted him enough to control unthinking reactions to the point that he'd not hurt a child--was a little terrifying.