#rangers apprentice fic

I am so pleased with how it turned out so please go and give it a read, It will be worth it!

Halt thought, staring at the sleeping bundle in his arms. Nothing good can come from this. Ahead stood the wooden door of the Ward, soft laughs spilling through the windows and cracks in the walls. He’d be happy here, raised in a loving caring home. He could make friends and not have to worry about people cursing him for his upbringing. Right, this was the right choice. Resolve steeled, Halt bent down slowly to place the child on the doorstep, reaching for the note in his cloak once his hand was free. With hands that weren’t shaky he cautiously moved to place the note on the blankets so as to not awaken the baby but, as if whatever Gods existed hated him, a small coo sounded from the pile. He frozen, arm outstretched and centimetres from his goal. Two big, warm, brown eyes stared back up at him with… curiosity? Kindness? He couldn’t place it but the feeling had him trapped and paralysed. His lack of response didn’t frighten the boy who maneuvered his own pudgy arm from the blankets to extend out to him, tiny fist clenched reaching for something. A soft tap on his arm brought him back as the kid stared at him with those eyes, a tiny smile on the soft face and an even tinier set of fingers wrapped around his own. They locked eyes for what felt like years of Halt’s life, joyful calming brown seeping into old tattered grey. Another coo and his heart was gone, bending the rest of the way down until his knees met dirt and he could easily pick up the boy again. A happy chirp came from under the blankets as the body was cradled close to the older man’s chest, hypnotising eyes finally shutting and the baby snuffing in content. This is a mistake, Halt thought, staring at the sleeping bundle in his arms. Nothing good can come from this. But when the lights in the ward dimmed down as the fire and candles were extinguished, and the boy shifted closer into his chest sleepily, Halt knew he didn’t give a damn if this was right or wrong. “Hello Will,” he whispered, more to himself and the stars than the baby in his arms who remained silent. “Let’s get you home”  

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