Hiiiii everyone! I've been thinking about starting a drabble collection for just about forever, because the dynamics in this show really leave so much to be explored. Plus the wait for Season 3 is killing me. As silly as it sounds, trying to think of a title was what has kept me from it for so long. But then PuzzledHats gave me this fun prompt via tumblr, and I wrote this little drabble. And THEN I was listening to Linkin Park's song "Not Alone." The idea of not being alone (but feeling like you are) is pervasive in this show.
I'm accepting prompts via the ask box on my tumblr page ( .com), so feel free to send a prompt. Be fair warned, angst is my favorite genre.
Enjoy!
Five Sentance Fic Prompt
PuzzledHats prompted: "Yes, but where did the dog come from?"
Thea crossed her arms and looked down at the too-thin dog that had followed her home from the market along Corto Maltese's barren but achingly beautiful shoreline. Her mother and father….no, Robert Queen hadn't been her father (That, like so many other thing had been a lie)…they hadn't denied her much, but they had never let her have a dog. She raised her chin and leveled her gaze at her real father…this man who asked her to do strange things, who had sought to level a whole section of her city. She should have been afraid of him, but she wasn't, because she had nothing left to lose. "He's mine," she said in a tone that brooked no argument, and was shocked when Malcolm nodded and turned back toward the kitchen without another word.
Thea turned back to the dog, who looked at her with baleful brown eyes. "Don't worry," she whispered, reaching down to stroke the silken black ears. "You aren't alone anymore."