#no mam i don't care about your fictional husband

[nicklas]

In a name

Rosie Merrigold Howell was no good. It was not a name to strike fear, a name that signals the greatness that she as destined for. It would have to go. But not yet, the anonymity was a boon right now. It let her get away with things, no one watched her, none really knew her. No one apart for her brother. Cavan was in the corner, snarling, incorporeal, invisible to all. Ready to leap when she demanded. The best of guard dogs like all big brothers, good little Cavan.

“Rose!” The door shook at the pounding. “I got the book” It was barely a whisper but for her it was a shout. Cavan opened the door for her so she wouldn’t have to stand up.

The man outside was trying to look unbothered without succeeding. The way his eyebrows scrunched into a frown for just a second.

“The grimoire of Thessany The Frail? You actually got it?” He shook his head. “Oh… “ She had judged Croak’s too obvious display of emotions earlier, and now she was sure she herself had shown even more. He smiled and pushed the small unassuming book across the table. Notes of Study. Transmutation. Her fingers traced the pages as she opened it.

“It was further down the list. Not that I know why your husband would want to pay this much for a book of that size but…”

Shadowbound text cut her fingertips as she slid them across the letters with a slight tremor, secret notes in the margin hidden among the handwritten text itself. For a brief moment she stopped breathing and had to make an effort to start again.

“It's an anniversary gift so I hope we can keep the cost between us.” She smiled. It was as with a lot of things people associated with Rosie. Unassuming but friendly. The kind of smile that make you feel better but you have no recollection of it afterwards.

“Of course mam. I'll be discretion personified, don't worry about that. ” Rose hardly heard him as she read a page. She's barely past fifty, and with this she could have so much before schedule. She hadn't dared to hope and here it was. Could this be the last year as Rosie? She didn't even register as she gave the man his payment and sent him away, her mind already thinking about next step.

“Cavan, that man. He threaten us. Take care of him and his tonight, won't you dear?” The wraith grinned at the thought of a playmate, it was a while since the last one and humans rarely survive long outside of their meagre fleshy existence. He hoped Croak would last a fortnight. If not, with the others in the house it would at worst be a bountiful evening of pain and play.

Rose sighed as her brother’s spirit left. Why couldn't what she had to do be as easy as killing the Croak household? She loved her husband, just as she had loved her brother. “But we all have to sacrifice something” she said to the now empty room and that gave her comfort. “Good little Cavan.”

[ I'm not running a game and have a game mastering time out, so instead I'm making up a world and writing fiction about the people in it. Even though I'm rusty as fuck, it's nice to write. ]

#the beginning of a draft #fiction #a coral of bones #rusty as fuck at writing #in that general villainy sort of area

[theysaywhatasadsight]

If fandoms could stop woobifying morally grey characters it could be so much more interesting

#no mam i don't care about your fictional husband #stop it