Author’s note – I’ve been playing around with some little one word prompts over on our Instagram. For those of you that don’t goof off over on IG, I figured I’d share the little flash fan fictions for our Arbitratus Trilogy characters here. Here’s a little imagined scene from our Work In Progress (which is basically done – it’s all over but the final editing) Before the Dawn, aka Book II.
This isn’t necessarily canon, of course. But it could be.
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Mal had been quiet all morning.
When Ben suggested a walk, it was more because he thought she might talk if they were away from the others. It was cold this morning. Again. But the view was breathtaking.
They’d been sitting on the rough hewn bench for a while in silence and Ben was ready to give up. But he was pretty sure she was crying and trying to hide it.
One more try, he thought.
He pulled her in closer. “Mal … what is it?”
She sniffed, staring off down the road. “It’s nothing.”
He slid both arms around her. “It doesn’t sound like nothing.” He didn’t point out the tear trailing down her cheek, visible when she tilted her head against him, but he reached up and brushed it away with his thumb.
She looked up at him. “I’m starting to wish you weren’t so goddamned observant.”
“Now you know how I feel, literally half the time.” He let her have the small crooked grin he knew she liked to see. “C’mon, tell me. you never let me get away with keeping what’s bothering me to myself.”
He shook his head. “Not even possible. Have you met you?”
She gave him a watery smile. “Today would have been the start of semester break. I’d have been halfway through Freshman year today. One step close to being Dr. Sinclair.”
“Oh.” He chewed his lip. “Wanna go hang out at the college library in town?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. We could just … pretend to be normal for awhile. Forget we’re not just at school.”
She smiled more genuinely. “That’s silly.”
“I could buy you a new gross medical textbook…” he offered.
“We don’t have any money, Ben.” She leaned into his side.
“Hey, I’m a demon. I’m not above picking someone’s pocket.”
She shook her head with an affectionate exasperation. He always tried. “Okay. Let’s. Not pick pockets, but you know, hang out in the library. At least it’ll be warm.”
“And we’ll be together reading about something other than the prophecy.”
“Together is good.”