#send it again

Like I said- I will write about daddy joe all rumpled in the morning light with a baby in just a diaper on his hip till my fingers bleed.

Hello dear one!! I did get something on the Shattered AU aftermath (it was about Kel and Hero? Yeah I’m noodling on it rn...it makes me sad and I want to like think about how I want it to play out. I’m not sure about what I want to do with Kel’s ultimate fate)

First of all, I am pretty much always accepting prompts,whether I’ve reblogged a list of them or you just have a random idea <3

Secondly, I kind of tweaked this a little bit, so I hope it’sstill okay and I hope you like it!!

From this list of prompts

Set post-Mr. Ceiling when Zolf is legless and having a HardTime

Zolf grumbled in response to the knock on the door.  

“Go away, Hamid.”

“It’s not Hamid.”

“Oh.  Sorry.  Come on in, Sasha.”  He couldn’t handle Hamid hovering andworrying over him, but Sasha didn’t seem the mopey type.  And he figured that if he asked her to leavehim alone, she would do it without giving him too much trouble.  

“What’s the matter?” Zolf asked, quickly wiping his tear-streaked face before she couldentirely enter the room.  “Please tell meBertie hasn’t attacked another table…”

“No.  Um, I broughtyou lunch?”  Sasha stepped toward him andheld out an eel in a bun, covered in mustard.

Zolf smiled for the first time in days, even if it was onlythe faintest upturn of his lips.  Hepatted a space on the bed beside him and Sasha sat, pulling out her own eel ina bun as she did so.  

“I know things’ve been tough,” she said quietly.  Before Zolf could protest, she continued,“And I know you don’t want to talk about it. Which is fine.  I’m not good withtalking anyway.  But… you haven’t eaten,and I know a good eel always makes me feel better, so… yeah…”

Sasha took a big bite of the eel sandwich so that she didn’thave to keep speaking, and Zolf followed suit. For what it was worth, sharing a decent meal with a friend, even insilence, did make the terror and agony fade away, at least for a coupleminutes.  

“Not quite as good as an Other London eel,” he remarked, “but it’sstill pretty good.  Thank you, Sasha, I…really appreciate it.”

“It’s just lunch, boss.”

“It’s not, not really.”

Sasha grunted in understanding, then gestured with herremaining eel.  “Cheers.”

They finished eating in silence, again, and then Sasha wipedher hands and stood stiffly.  “I’ll, uh,leave you alone, then.  If you want.”

“You’re welcome to stay.  If you want.  I don’t mind thecompany, I just don’t need Hamid fussing over me or Bertie making some moreawful jokes.”

“I do need to sharpen my daggers.”

“All fourteen of them?” Zolf asked with a faint grin.  

“Of course.”  Sashatook a seat at the desk on the far side of the room and began to extractdaggers from her jacket, casting a cautious glance toward Zolf as she didso.  He looked away respectfully; shedidn’t want anyone to know where she hid all her daggers, and, honestly, Zolfdidn’t really want to know either. Meanwhile, Zolf slid back into bed and pulled out a Harrison Campbellnovel, careful to keep the cover folded over in case Sasha wondered as to whathe was reading.  

Midway through a chapter, a cry sounded from the burgeoningriots outside, and Zolf wondered something.

“Hey, Sasha?”

“Hm?”

“There’s a food shortage going on right now,” hepondered.  “Where did you get eels?”