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Because Love Makes You Stupid
She shouldn't have done it. Wouldn't it have been better not to know? No her mind screamed no no no, and more importantly, how could she have not known, not noticed? Stupid stupid stupid. Because you're stupid. Because love makes you stupid.
In hindsight it was obvious. Carrot had, for the past few months, steadily lost interest in her. Oh he still spent time with her, the odd night with her, but he had become distant. His essential Carrotness had been missing.
She had asked him once if something was wrong, and a smile had spread across his face. 'No' he'd said 'Everything's great. I'm fine, better than fine, even.' And he was telling the truth. She'd known, could smell it. And she knew Carrot didn't lie, wouldn't lie. Not to her.
So she had followed him.
Stupid, perhaps, and risky. And such a betrayal of Carrot's trust. But she'd had to do it. Had to know why she was losing him.
So she'd followed him, padding softly through the twisted streets of Ankh-Morpork, following Carrot's trail, marveling at how the city bent itself to him.
All he had done was go on patrol, treating Ankh-Morporkians like the were good and moral citizens, who would respond by being (very briefly) both good and moral, until he wore off and they reverted to the nasty cut-throat rabble they secretly knew they were.
Angua had followed him back to his lodgings and then crept, still wolf-formed, up the wooden stairs, inch at a time, until she was next to his door, trying to make sense of the muffled conversation behind it.
And then her world had shattered.
She had stayed, crouched at the door, unable to move or scream or howl or breath as she had listened to the soft rasp of shedding clothes, and the clunk as Carrots armor landed on the floor. And then the softest whisper of skin moving against skin, and that halfgroan of Carrots that she knew so well. Angua heard Carrot cry out, followed by another voice.
And then Carrot Ironfounderson, , who Angua loved so much and so sharply that sometimes she wished she didn't said 'I love you'
And His Grace His Excellency the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes, of the City Watch said roughly, 'I love you too, Carrot'
TBC? Hell yeah!
Ok…this is very much a work in progress (agonizingly, irritatingly slow progress) and as such is liable to be changed or pulled down altogether. I'm not terribly happy with it, but have reworked it to death, and now it is to be unleashed on the kind people at ff.net. Reviews are gratefully accepted, collected, dried and made into interesting patterns. Flames will be eaten. But feel free to flame….go on…I dare you…
…please review…I have no clear idea where this is going, feel free to focus me in a direction…