A/N: Another not so fluffy double-drabble, but sweet enough I hope. Wanted to get something with Ricki for you and finally opted for something a tiny bit introductory.
It was a soft humming that stopped Ricki in her tracks at the department store. She turned toward the sound and stood on her toes to see better. Could she glimpse someone familiar?
He could be anywhere in the store with her hearing but she looked anyway. The genetic experimentation that had destroyed her childhood had also given her enhanced senses and many whom she loved. They called her Keeper. They sang that song, the lullaby she’d remembered as a little girl to comfort them.
Straining, she could hear him... that way and changed directions abruptly. Past the women’s clothing department and the shoes towards the books, and then she saw Brushfire. Without stopping to ask any questions—do you remember? why are you here?—Ricki crossed the short distance to hug him hard.
The song stopped, but it was him, really him, and he pulled her back to look at her. She saw her own realization reflected in his eyes.
“Keeper?”
“I go by Ricalia now.”
He nodded, accepting that, then pulled her gently into another hug. He did remember her, did remember this.
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Remember the Lullaby
It was a soft humming that stopped Ricki in her tracks at the department store. She turned toward the sound and stood on her toes to see better. Could she glimpse someone familiar?
He could be anywhere in the store with her hearing but she looked anyway. The genetic experimentation that had destroyed her childhood had also given her enhanced senses and many whom she loved. They called her Keeper. They sang that song, the lullaby she’d remembered as a little girl to comfort them.
Straining, she could hear him... that way and changed directions abruptly. Past the women’s clothing department and the shoes towards the books, and then she saw Brushfire. Without stopping to ask any questions—do you remember? why are you here?—Ricki crossed the short distance to hug him hard.
The song stopped, but it was him, really him, and he pulled her back to look at her. She saw her own realization reflected in his eyes.
“Keeper?”
“I go by Ricalia now.”
He nodded, accepting that, then pulled her gently into another hug. He did remember her, did remember this.
“You could’ve come with me,” she chided softly.
Brushfire shook his head. “I’m here now.”