Fitz And Fool

fitzchivalry, nighteyes, and the fool as destiny characters

Bee Farseer and parents.

ROTE MOODBOARDS:   Fitz and the Fool 

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Robin Hobb, Royal Assassin, page 307

REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN FITZ WAS HIGH ON WEED AND HE FORGOT HOW TO USE THE STAIRS

I felt him give a slight twitch in my arms. “Be still,” I whispered. He prized his eyes open and looked up at me. His tongue sought to moisten his lips. “What are we doing?” he croaked. “We’re standing very still in the middle of an avalanche,” I whispered back. My throat was so dry it was hard to talk. “I think I could stand” he offered weakly. “Don’t move!” I ordered him. He took a slightly deeper breath. “Why are you always near me when I get into these sort of situations?” He wondered hoarsely. “I could ask you the same,” I retorted, unfairly. -Assassin’s Quest, Robin Hobb

Just finished Assassin’s Fate and of course a mood-board and drabble had to follow. Excuse the lack of mention of Nighteyes. He’s there too, of course, watching with a smile.

I laid there, somewhere between life and death, the fragile in-between trapping me with its eager claws.

I could hear him faintly, his voice melodic and sorrowful. Full of pain and love. I parted my cracked, dry lips and uttered his name: Beloved.

Beloved.

The fog lifted, dreary skies drifting away to reveal golden rays. His smile was as bright as the sun; his eyes were wet with apprehensive joy and unspoken apologies.

My forgiveness came in an embrace, tight and warm. We held each other so close it was impossible to tell her he ended and I began. Wasn’t that always true for us?

He rested our foreheads together, just as he had always done during our youth. A rush of memories surrounded around us, years and possibilities twirling and twisting about in a captivating dance.

This is how our story ends, his words echoed in my head.