And once again, we have arrived at Wednesday. And once again, I have new words to share. In a small twist of luck, I won last week’s Thursday Threads, which was based on a line from my wionning entry the week before. I normally don’t “cheat” by writing a follow-on scene. This time I did. Sort of. This week’s snippet happens every quickly after. I’m still not sure if the two toether will appear in the current WIP or in one later. I’m leaning toward now. We’ll see. In the meantime, the prompt is: *”She doesn’t need fixing.”* The judge had very kind words for my entry. She said: Silver weaves a tale of “found family” – an odd assortment that includes a Gargoyle, a Werewolf and Fae. (So far, it doesn’t include a bar.) The pacing of the piece drew me in with its long descriptive paragraphs and the short closure: “He was a selfish bastard so all bets were off.”

Sinjen watched Sade from the window. He knew all her secrets. Her strengths—which were legion. And her weaknesses, fewer than she thought. Smart, brave—sometimes too courageous for her own safety. Caring. Still, she grappled one deep-seated fear and he fought against its entanglement constantly.

Sade would never admit it to anyone and especially to herself but she’d buttressed herself against that biggest fear—abandonment. He’d known of the human child growing up in Mathias’s household. Mathias was his maker after all. But to think that now, he shared her bed? Her father, a mild man who understood numbers rather than emotions, had no inkling of how do deal with a child. Her mother had used her as a pawn—as had both Mathias and Oberon. Thank the gods Roman had been there. The Gargoyle became her rock—Sinjen almost smiled at the pun—and then Caleb became her guard dog, a role the Werewolf would readily admit to. Even the damnable Fae, for all Ariel’s artifices, watched over her in his way. 

He considered the words he’d said to those others who, whether they understood or not, were part of her found family. She doesn’t need fixing, she needs to be loved. And he did. love her. She would age and die. He wouldn’t. Could he say goodbye? Or would he succumb to his own worst fear and become a monster, forcing a change she didn’t want. 

He was a selfish bastard so all bets were off.

And there it is. Writers, go forth and create a scene if you so desire. Readers, what does NOT need fixing in your world? 😉