-Okay, so after watching the movie to the book, I began brainstorming for a ProsperHornet romance, maybe one that takes place a year afterward. Why, you ask? Oh, it was just that I was mildly annoyed with the fact that there are about two such stories in FFN. Flashback-"WHAT KIND OF IDIOTIC SITE IS THIS?" Ahem, well, maybe more than mildly. But you get the point. So this might stink, but I don't care, as long as it exists…-SF12
It was quiet in Casa Spavento. An exhausted Ida Spavento had gone to bed late, after some work in her darkroom. She was too tired and focused on sleep, not noticing that she had forgotten to check on her adopted children. Normally it wouldn't have mattered, as they would have all been asleep. But tonight was different.
Hornet sat in a chair by her bed, fully dressed. She hadn't even attempted to go to sleep. Lately her thoughts had drifted toward people from her life before she met the Thief Lord. She had never told her new family, or Scipio and the others, or anyone about her life beforehand. They all guessed it was a painful topic and never brought it up. She had put it all behind her when she left her original home, but one part of it kept coming back to haunt her. The part that hurt the most.
Prosper awoke to quiet sobbing from Hornet's room. He bolted up in his bed-he had never heard Hornet cry in the year or so he had known her, which meant this had to be important.
He thought about their relationship as he quickly dressed. He supposed it was slightly obvious that they liked each other. Or, all right, maybe they were love. They never said anything aloud, but Prosper could easily remember an incident that may have proved it. It was on one of the first days with Ida, and they were taking a trip around Venice in her motorboat. Hornet had leaned against him, and he, without thinking about it, had put his arm around her. They stayed like that for most of the trip. Bo didn't notice a thing, but Prosper though he saw Ida and Victor, who'd also come along, exchanging amused glances. Well, I can snigger all I want at them, because I vividly remember when Victor had first asked Ida out.
He knocked softly at Hornet's door, and when there was no answer, he pushed it open. Hornet was quickly trying to wipe away her tears and look normal, but it didn't fool him in the slightest. "Oh, hey Prosper. Kind of late for a visit."
"What were you crying about?"
She opened her mouth to lie, then sighed and decided she had to tell someone.
"Well, it was about…my old life. Memories and such-bad memories." She told him, not knowing any other way to say it.
"I knowing you don't like to talk about it, but maybe if you get it out of your system…" Prosper said gently.
"Well, my family lived in Castello. My parents fought, they were both drunk half the time-it was terrible. My dad was the worse. If we tried to intervene between the fight he'd hit us. Hard. So we learned to just avoid them. But the alcoholism grew, and soon he would just hit us for no reason. I got sick of it, and just left one night." She didn't go on.
"When you say we…"
Hornet bowed her head sadly. "My younger sister Romana believed there was good in the both of my parents. She wouldn't have come with me, but I feel bad that I left her with them. If I could only find her again."
"Why don't you?"
She sighed again. "I'm afraid of what I'll find.
"If you go, I'll come with you." Prosper stated.
Hornet's head jerked up. "Really?"
He smiled. "I'd do anything for you."
She was speechless for a moment, and then her true character began to shine through the depressed girl on the outside.
"Right, then. Let's go."
Prosper looked incredulously at her. "Now? Tonight?"
She grinned. "No time like the present."
-I'm gonna let you in on a little secret-if you press the review button and type what you think about this story, something good will happen. Oh and the boat scene-memory comes from the movie of Thief Lord, not the book. I'm really not sure whether or not I'll continue with this story, might not be worth it...depending on the review count-SF12