I tried my best, but I don't really know the characters that well. But I felt like writing something Tortallan and angsty, so here's Roald with Lianne when she died.
all characters are Tamora Pierce's.
and yes, it's het. I am capable of writing it, you know.
"I'm dying," she
said, perfectly calm in the face of the fate left to her from the
wasting sickness.
It shouldn't happen. Not to her. Not this time.
"No," I said, "you're not. Have a little faith."
"You're being delusional again," she told me with a sigh. "Please, can you believe in me?"
"I am believing in you. You're the one who-"
My words died in my mouth as I took in her wasted state, her pale skin beneath the brave face. She's dying. I could do nothing more. All the magic in the world wouldn't help me now. She's dying.
"Please, no," I whispered. Some part of me got up and ran, and ran, but I stayed where I was, clinging because I could not bear to look away, too blink, for fear she would no longer be there when my attention was brought back.
"I am," she said. "I thought you might like to know." She trembles, and relaxes into the support of her pillow and my arms. She's dying. "I love you, you know." Then her existence, what was truly her, was gone. I could almost see her go.
"Oh, I know," I told her, futilely. "I love you too, my dear."
She's not dying.
She's dead.