AN: i'm back! and i'm happy to announce that i have finished writing Love Can Prosper and i have loaded all the chapters here, onto fanfiction. enjoy!
Love Can Prosper
Chapter Eleven: Quiet as the Night
Bo crept across the square, careful not to make any noise, disturb a single crack. He kept his breathing low under the mask. He was no longer sure why he'd brought the mask; it now seemed so conspicuous, with its enormous beak protruding the air in front of him, whooshing whenever he turned too quickly. He may as well been wearing a gigantic neon sign that shouted to passer-byers "Look at me! Watch me rob that house!" In addition, when he was hiding, if his beak scratched against something, it would have him scared out of his wits and saying his prayers, thinking he was discovered. No, he knew why he had brought it, even if it wasn't logical: He was the Thief Lord now, and the Thief Lord has his bird mask. So he must have his mask at all times.
Bo knew his family was looking for him, but he didn't care; he didn't want to be with his family that had lied to his face. Even so, when he had seen Prosper there, searching, tears dripping off his face, he wanted to go to his brother and hug him, tell him he was sorry, and that he wanted to come back. But he didn't.
What stumped him was why Hornet was not looking for him as well. Wasn't she the one who had cared for him when he and Prosper had first arrived in Venice? Hadn't she always treated him like a brother and loved him like one? Yet, she would not search for him.
Bo finally reached the end of the square and the edge of the canal, anxious and frightened. He threw his loot into the boat he had "acquired", jumped in, and glided off, full speed ahead. Tonight, he would find somewhere to stay permanently, someplace where he would never be found. He had been wondering where he could go ever since he set foot outside the Casa Spavento. That first night, he had gone straight to the Stella, only to find that it was no longer there.
The houses and bridges of Venice passed by in a blur, the water hitting against their sides as if to pull them down. But Bo ventured on, ignoring the water that hit him. His beak cut trough the night like a knife.
Where was he to go? Where else had some familiarity surrounding it? There was always the Sandiwirth, but it held only bad memories. Ida went to Barbarossa's shop every week, so he couldn't stay there. Then, one more place popped into his mind, not one familiar to him because he had been there, but one familiar because of what had happened there. What he could do there.
And so, without a second thought, Bo headed off in the direction of the Sacca della Misericordia.
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