Drabble-A-Day: Dragon Age, Isabela
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theunsinkablesapphoPrompt - Brook [verb]: to put up with; tolerate
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The sailor shrieked as Isabela bent his fingers until they broke with a sickening pop. She would not brook her sailors putting hands on anyone. To make a reach for Bethany? He was lucky all she broke were his fingers. Without even an uttered command, several other sailors rushed up and bustled the shouting man off the ship to the dock. Isabela turned and found Bethany smiling at her. It was always a surprise when Bethany smiled at her like that. It wasn’t lust, she knew what to do with lust. It was pride, trust. It looked dangerously like love.
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The sailor shrieked as Isabela bent his fingers until they broke with a sickening pop. She would not brook her sailors putting hands on anyone. To make a reach for Bethany? He was lucky all she broke were his fingers. Without even an uttered command, several other sailors rushed up and bustled the shouting man off the ship to the dock. Isabela turned and found Bethany smiling at her. It was always a surprise when Bethany smiled at her like that. It wasn’t lust, she knew what to do with lust. It was pride, trust. It looked dangerously like love.
