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Post by greenie on Jun 4, 2010 21:10:15 GMT 10
Title: Outsider Rating: PG Prompt: Feelings and Emotions Category: 250 words Length: 250 words Summary: Sometimes it's hardest for those that stand by, the ones on the outside.
Tomlan Goodwin stared at the door and swallowed hard. He hoped it would be Mya’s daughter returning Clary’s old dress, or mayhap the lads from across the street playing tricks again. Of course, there was no such luck. “I’m lookin’ fer a Master Tomlan Goodwin.” “That’s me.” “Sergeant Ahuda said t’ tell ye that Senior Guardswoman Clara Goodwin was hurt on duty, an’ she’s with the kennel healers.” Tom nodded; he’d expected something of the sort. “Is she hurt badly?” The runner shrugged. “Didn’t see ‘er.” Tom dug in his pocket and handed over three coppers instead of the usual one Clary told him to give – the lad was looking far too thin. The runner tucked the coins away quickly in case Tom changed his mind. “The sarge didn’t tell me t’ tell ye t’ hurry down there,” he added. “That’s what she says for them that’re bashed nearabout t’ the Black God’s doorstep.” Tom thanked him and closed the door with a sigh. He was never sure which he hated to see more; his wife sleeping motionless on her back like a child’s battered doll, or the usually lively Matthias looking lost by her bedside. Still, she wasn’t hurt too badly. He could leave an offering at a temple on the way, and mayhap buy some flowers. They’d made Clary smile last time, and Mattes had cheered up enough to tease that he’d been quick to find a flower seller. Smiling at the memory, Tom set out for the kennel.
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Post by Verasque on Jun 4, 2010 21:18:50 GMT 10
This read so naturally. As if they were a part of the books that got cut. You always give such a realistically solid portrayal of Tom.
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Jun 4, 2010 22:22:03 GMT 10
Lovely. Poor Tom.
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Post by greenie on Jun 6, 2010 9:37:43 GMT 10
Thanks, guys!
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Post by Katty on Jun 7, 2010 10:48:54 GMT 10
Poor Tom And poor Clary!
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