Table/Prompt: Table 1/36. Fly
Word Count: 252
Summary: Tristan made a promise to himself.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tristan promised himself, within hours of first meeting Lillie, that he would make sure nothing would ever hurt her. She was a delicate, fragile dove. Something to be protected.
At least, that was how he liked to think of her. Part of him realized that she was more like one of the hardy pigeons that he often startled from their roosts when he was flying through the city. They were tough creatures, making places for themselves wherever they could.
Joining the Street Arabs was Lillie’s idea. He didn’t much care for some of them, but it did make life a bit easier. The work was spread around, and the other boys quickly realized that Lillie was not someone to be fooled around with, lest they suddenly find themselves far above the ground, dangling from Tristan’s hands.
Everything was going so perfectly until the Spaniard came, stealing away Lillie’s attention. Nobody had ever caught her attention like this Victor had before… not even Tristan.
It was so incredibly frustrating to see Lillie falling all over herself just to be near him. Tristan had been with Lillie for years, he loved her… and it was all slipping away like rain running off his wings.
He couldn’t lose Lillie. He didn’t have anything else. Losing her would be like losing his soul.