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[#053] Looking over Waterdeep (D&D/OC's)
Theme Prompt: Silence
Title: Looking over Waterdeep
Fandom: D&D 5e OC's
Rating/Warnings: none, really
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 636
Summary: A rogue and a ranger find a quiet place to contemplate the City of Splendours. City mouse meets country mouse vibes ensue, but not how you'd think.
Lily felt quite proud of herself, making the hop-step-catch that it took to climb out of the tavern's third storey window and up onto its roof. The Yawning Portal loomed over the other buildings in the neighbourhood if only because it had been funded by years of adventurers and their dirty money, but Lily didn't know much about all that. All she knew was that she had a view, and being somewhat new to the trade of skulking, she enjoyed it immensely.
She had been up here for a while, watching the moon with her cratered face rise over the untamed lands to the East, trying to count the trailing tears that followed in her wake. She heard a light sound and, turning her head, nearly jumped out of her skin. "Boce, don't scare me like that," she grumbled, voice an octave higher than she'd meant.
He didn't respond, but instead levered his huge body down to sit next to her. He dwarfed her, but he still managed to curl up on the slanted roof, prop himself against the rampart she had been using as a foot brace. He glanced at her, his dark eyes lost in the shadow of his face up here, and Lily waited for him to explain why he'd come to interrupt her.
Again, nothing. "So, what, nothing to say?" She shifted uneasily. Boce was always quiet; brooding, irritatingly dry even when he was trying to be funny. She liked him, she trusted him, but she also didn't get him, not very often.
Boce's head tipped back, and he put his finger to his lips. The moon had risen further, and on a clear night like this, it lit up most of the city. He pointed to specks of black-on-dark, and Lily, taking a moment to follow, noticed that far in the distance there were specks of light circling and swooping the castle.
"Gryphon-riders practicing night drills," Boce finally rumbled. "I think. Seen them sometimes when I come up here."
Lily was awestruck. The lights must be little lanterns, and as they sat in silence together to watch, she managed to eke out that they must be signalling one another with them. "That's fantastic," she murmured. "Wait. You come up here, too?"
Boce grunted--by now she'd learned to understand an affirmative from a negative. That had been a 'yes'.
She folded her knees closer to her chest and rested her chin upon them, watching the spectacle for a little longer. "One of the first things I learned to do, coming out of the water, was climb. It felt so strange to have two legs, and walking was harder than just grabbing onto something and going up. Getting down, of course..." She grinned to herself, feeling sheepish. "There's so much about humans that I don't understand, Boce, but I think I get this one thing."
They sat together in a silence that had shifted to companionable, somehow, over the intervening minutes. "Lily," Boce's voice was gritty when he was trying to be quiet.
"Mm hmm?"
"I think you understand more than you give yourself credit for. Don't worry about it to much."
She roused a little at that encouragement. Boce was so sparing with his words that she didn't think she'd ever heard proper comfort from him before. She let herself grin, a little, and then when he didn't get up and leave, she leaned against his big shoulder. "I'll try to keep it in mind."
It was much more fun, she decided, to watch the dance of the moon and the stars when she had a big old heat generator to lean against, and Boce seemed disinclined to move. Though the tavern below continued to pulse in muffled music and shouts, she found herself smiling in the relative silence.
Title: Looking over Waterdeep
Fandom: D&D 5e OC's
Rating/Warnings: none, really
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 636
Summary: A rogue and a ranger find a quiet place to contemplate the City of Splendours. City mouse meets country mouse vibes ensue, but not how you'd think.
Lily felt quite proud of herself, making the hop-step-catch that it took to climb out of the tavern's third storey window and up onto its roof. The Yawning Portal loomed over the other buildings in the neighbourhood if only because it had been funded by years of adventurers and their dirty money, but Lily didn't know much about all that. All she knew was that she had a view, and being somewhat new to the trade of skulking, she enjoyed it immensely.
She had been up here for a while, watching the moon with her cratered face rise over the untamed lands to the East, trying to count the trailing tears that followed in her wake. She heard a light sound and, turning her head, nearly jumped out of her skin. "Boce, don't scare me like that," she grumbled, voice an octave higher than she'd meant.
He didn't respond, but instead levered his huge body down to sit next to her. He dwarfed her, but he still managed to curl up on the slanted roof, prop himself against the rampart she had been using as a foot brace. He glanced at her, his dark eyes lost in the shadow of his face up here, and Lily waited for him to explain why he'd come to interrupt her.
Again, nothing. "So, what, nothing to say?" She shifted uneasily. Boce was always quiet; brooding, irritatingly dry even when he was trying to be funny. She liked him, she trusted him, but she also didn't get him, not very often.
Boce's head tipped back, and he put his finger to his lips. The moon had risen further, and on a clear night like this, it lit up most of the city. He pointed to specks of black-on-dark, and Lily, taking a moment to follow, noticed that far in the distance there were specks of light circling and swooping the castle.
"Gryphon-riders practicing night drills," Boce finally rumbled. "I think. Seen them sometimes when I come up here."
Lily was awestruck. The lights must be little lanterns, and as they sat in silence together to watch, she managed to eke out that they must be signalling one another with them. "That's fantastic," she murmured. "Wait. You come up here, too?"
Boce grunted--by now she'd learned to understand an affirmative from a negative. That had been a 'yes'.
She folded her knees closer to her chest and rested her chin upon them, watching the spectacle for a little longer. "One of the first things I learned to do, coming out of the water, was climb. It felt so strange to have two legs, and walking was harder than just grabbing onto something and going up. Getting down, of course..." She grinned to herself, feeling sheepish. "There's so much about humans that I don't understand, Boce, but I think I get this one thing."
They sat together in a silence that had shifted to companionable, somehow, over the intervening minutes. "Lily," Boce's voice was gritty when he was trying to be quiet.
"Mm hmm?"
"I think you understand more than you give yourself credit for. Don't worry about it to much."
She roused a little at that encouragement. Boce was so sparing with his words that she didn't think she'd ever heard proper comfort from him before. She let herself grin, a little, and then when he didn't get up and leave, she leaned against his big shoulder. "I'll try to keep it in mind."
It was much more fun, she decided, to watch the dance of the moon and the stars when she had a big old heat generator to lean against, and Boce seemed disinclined to move. Though the tavern below continued to pulse in muffled music and shouts, she found herself smiling in the relative silence.
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