#fitzloved fic

[winterblues]

“It is time's oldest question. Are we solitary creatures by nature, or is it nature that unites us? Are we bound by our differences, or alike as the bird that shares the flight of a bee? For I have read texts, Fitz, that speak at length of squashing any notion that man must be separate from his fellows. Texts that posit man’s isolation is but the result of losing sight of that which is part of one’s own flesh.”

The Fool's Seduction | A03 << read it here

Ahh I commissioned this piece based on my first ever Fitzloved fic from one of my favorite ROTE artists, the talented and lovely @hannahelatham. Check out Hannah's blog and support her on Patreon! I know I'm going to be framing this one! Thank you so much for bringing a scene from my work to life! <3

[smoky-solitude]

Fitz hadn’t returned, though he had promised.

For nearly two weeks, I waited for him in Prilkop’s cave. He had promised to return, and Prilkop was readying supplies, and I needed desperately to heal for our return journey.

Had I angered him so desperately when I pried my Skill from his wrist, that he no longer wished to see me? Or had it been earlier, when I rejected his offer to join us as we went south?

Even exhausted as I was, I could not idle away the days as I waited for my body to mend. I wrote a poem, and Prilkop taught me the secret of imbuing to memory stone, though he was shocked when I revealed my silvered fingertips that made the work so much the easier.

I wanted to imbue the stone with a dozen memories, a hundred, so that even as the years grew long and Fitz grew old, he would still have these to comfort him. But the block was small, and there was room only for a few.

I selected carefully, choosing ones where we were at peace, ones he would know.

Once all was done, I slid my index finger over my little face. There was room, I sensed, for one more.

“I have never been wise,” I murmured into the stone. A true statement, but also a promise. He would know what I meant, even if he wished never to see me again. I would hand them to Chade if Fitz refused to see me, though I doubted even my insolent catalyst would be so cruel as to refuse me.

I had not even said goodbye.

For @rote-microfic ‘s prompt, “memory.” 275 words.