Untitled Once Upon A Time Fic #1
Ruby was right. Most of the time the limp was an affectation; a still necessary one but he exaggerated the stiffness and his infirmity as he saw fit, to give the impression that he was small and unimposing. Today he felt every twinge, coming up the walk to his front door. His knee ached, his body ached, and he felt old and tired and ready to simply lay down and be done with it all.
He unlocked and opened the door and froze in the doorway, weariness now mixed with anger. He wasn’t the only one in his house, and this was the second time in a week. “I know you’re in here,” he called out, lips stretching into a feral grin over snaggled teeth. “You may as well come out now…”
Nothing. If the culprit was still there, they didn’t move. Two more steps took him in view of the front parlor, the afternoon sun still shining into the room. And there, curled up in one of his chairs with her bare feet tucked under her skirts and her head pillowed on her knees, lay his intruder. Asleep and unafraid in the sunlight. Well, half-asleep now, she did make some sort of noise that indicated she’d woken up when he called. The sort of go-away-I’m-sleeping noise that dismissed him from importance. He sighed, closing the door behind him before going into the parlor proper.
“You know, I do have a guest bed,” he pointed out.
She made another noise. Then lifted her head, a couple strands of hair still plastered to the corner of her mouth. “It’s not in the sun.”
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