(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."