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(for the challenge) Lionheart and Sparrow, 39?
Thank u sm!!! It’s not all that good but I appreciate the chance to write these two petty old men.
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"Your highness?" Jasper's voice echoed behind the wooden door "He's... Lionheart. He's here."
Sparrow sat up, only to flinch at the pain it caused, the purple blanket made by Logan and Besty, with the additional splattered ink design by Joseph, fell to the stone floor.
"Send him in, Jasper." Sparrow quickly added "Only him."
The door opened, and through it came Lionheart. Looking much healthier than his bedridden counterpart.
"Sparrow."
"Quentin." Sparrow smiled, or attempted a smile. "It's normally custom to bow in the presence of royalty."
"I don't bow, Sparrow." Lionheart looked at the sickly man, clearing his throat to hide the sadness in his voice "You wanted to talk?
"Yes. Sit, please." Sparrow gestured at the end on his bed.
Lionheart returned the gesture with skepticism. "No, you've messed your bed up enough." he reached down and picked up the blanket spread across the floor, he handed it to Sparrow.
."Thank you."
"What do you want, Sparrow? For me to see you die? A last petty act between us?" Lionheart crossed his arms, and sat on Sparrow's beside table.
"No!" Sparrow exclaimed "No... I just... I wished to see an old old friend. To make amends, I suppose."
"He killed Morris." Seeing the other man's confusion, Lionheart continued "The story made the rounds, you wouldn't believe the things sailors gossip about."
"I suppose I don't..." Sparrow looked down at his hands "Why? Why didn't you warn me? All those years, and not a word."
"Can you blame me?" Lionheart turned his tone to anger "I tried, I saw his plans. Heard him speak of it, and when I tried to put an end to it, You banished me from Bowerstone."
"Are you saying this was my own doing, Quentin?" Sparrow returned the anger.
Lionheart stood up. "It's something to contemplate."
"You mean to tell your King-"
Lionheart stared down, fury gleaming in his eyes "There is no man who could be my king. When I see you, I see the young, battered boy that walked out of the crucible entrance, desperate for help, and that is what I will always see."
"Quentin-"
"No. No more words. You will live with the consequences, and you will reap what you sow, your highness." The sarcastic sting in Lionheart's voice was harsh enough to put Sparrow out of his misery.
"You were right." Sparrow muttered.
Lionheart stood, and walked towards the door, without anything but a glance in the King's direction
"I know."
recently put this on twitter, figured I should unleash it on this website as well
Sets this down here gently
(for the challenge) Lionheart and Sparrow, 39?
Thank u sm!!! It’s not all that good but I appreciate the chance to write these two petty old men.
------
"Your highness?" Jasper's voice echoed behind the wooden door "He's... Lionheart. He's here."
Sparrow sat up, only to flinch at the pain it caused, the purple blanket made by Logan and Besty, with the additional splattered ink design by Joseph, fell to the stone floor.
"Send him in, Jasper." Sparrow quickly added "Only him."
The door opened, and through it came Lionheart. Looking much healthier than his bedridden counterpart.
"Sparrow."
"Quentin." Sparrow smiled, or attempted a smile. "It's normally custom to bow in the presence of royalty."
"I don't bow, Sparrow." Lionheart looked at the sickly man, clearing his throat to hide the sadness in his voice "You wanted to talk?
"Yes. Sit, please." Sparrow gestured at the end on his bed.
Lionheart returned the gesture with skepticism. "No, you've messed your bed up enough." he reached down and picked up the blanket spread across the floor, he handed it to Sparrow.
."Thank you."
"What do you want, Sparrow? For me to see you die? A last petty act between us?" Lionheart crossed his arms, and sat on Sparrow's beside table.
"No!" Sparrow exclaimed "No... I just... I wished to see an old old friend. To make amends, I suppose."
"He killed Morris." Seeing the other man's confusion, Lionheart continued "The story made the rounds, you wouldn't believe the things sailors gossip about."
"I suppose I don't..." Sparrow looked down at his hands "Why? Why didn't you warn me? All those years, and not a word."
"Can you blame me?" Lionheart turned his tone to anger "I tried, I saw his plans. Heard him speak of it, and when I tried to put an end to it, You banished me from Bowerstone."
"Are you saying this was my own doing, Quentin?" Sparrow returned the anger.
Lionheart stood up. "It's something to contemplate."
"You mean to tell your King-"
Lionheart stared down, fury gleaming in his eyes "There is no man who could be my king. When I see you, I see the young, battered boy that walked out of the crucible entrance, desperate for help, and that is what I will always see."
"Quentin-"
"No. No more words. You will live with the consequences, and you will reap what you sow, your highness." The sarcastic sting in Lionheart's voice was harsh enough to put Sparrow out of his misery.
"You were right." Sparrow muttered.
Lionheart stood, and walked towards the door, without anything but a glance in the King's direction
"I know."
when i work up the energy to draw OFMD!Lionheart it's over for you bitches
Am thinkin abt Lionheart again...
cakes for when you die and get brought back but there's something wrong with you and everyone can tell
Pirates on the brain, what if I made another Fable oc based on a Decemberists song? What then?
Makes most if not all of my Fable ocs have some form of conflict with Reaver then proceeds to act like I don't care abt that little freak <3
Pirates on the brain, what if I made another Fable oc based on a Decemberists song? What then?
Makes OCs for my fixations from the 2000s >:)
I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me
There's something terrible boiling bubbling under my skin ready to burst out of my chest but I'm a chill guy
are you this stupid in real life too
Uh huh just about
All of my Button house ocs are perfect and deserving!
Jack is Confident and Respectful
Patience is Sweet and Loving
Brian is Entertaining and Dedicated
Damien is Attentive and Intellegent
Blue
hmm it’s time to be unreasonably evil due to my tragic past