Disclaimer: I don't own Blackbird. Blackbird is (c) of Shilin.
Note: Just adding a few drabbles and prompts as a sad attempt to fatten up this little collection.
Veloce cracked open an emerald eye. "...what do you want?" She wheezed, shifting under Weirin's cloak.
The archer was told to keep an eye on the mage by Keritzel adn Iriel whom both ran to town looking for medicine. Not even ten minutes later, weirin fell asleep, propped against a tree.
Blackbird grinned as she watched Weirin sleep next to the mage with content. "Nothing... Absolutely nothing." the assassin mused while bringing up a hand to the mage's forehead frowning at it's feverish touch.
The assassin rubbed the nape of her neck as if going over something in her head. She came to her conclusion and roughly landed near the mage, forcing Veloce to wake up again.
"You know what cures a fever?" Blackbird couldn't stop the wicked grin from spreading upon her face as she undid the sash the held her red uniform together.
One could only absorb Veloce's face of shock.
IT'S IMPLIED YO.