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BESTIE I NEED THE FIC (no rush ofc but 👀👀👀👀👀👀 if I say I'll draw fanart of it will u finish faster ahdhdbdnd)

how about a preview? it's gonna take me a bit longer for the fic haha

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He can’t do this. He can’t be here, and he can’t see her like this. Marcia won’t want him here anyway, so he may as well just get Zelda to check on her, even though he knows she won’t want that either. He turns to leave, but her voice stops him.

“Silas?”

Her voice is hoarse from disuse, as it had been three nights ago. Fuck, he thinks. He hadn’t known she was awake and he can’t very well leave her now, not after she’s seen him. He turns around again, unsure of what he’ll say, but it doesn’t matter—anything he might have said dies on his lips the moment he sees her, because he doesn’t recognize her.

He had been so relieved to see her the night he helped his children rescue her that he hadn’t taken notice of her. In the three days since she hasn’t moved from the bed she collapsed in, hidden beneath the heavy blankets they’d found for her, so he wasn’t able to get a good look at her. But now golden sun shines through the window and he can see the bruises on her skin, both yellowed and not. He can see her protruding bones, any muscle definition she’d once had gone.

“Silas?” she asks again. She blinks at him, confused, unseeing, and he can see the precise moment she realizes she isn’t where she thought she was. Her eyes widen.

“We’re at Zelda’s,” he assures her before she can panic, taking a step toward her. “You’ve been asleep. Domdaniel is gone.” The words sound empty to his ears, but he just doesn’t know what else to say to her.

She stares at him, almost uncomprehending. “How long?”

“Three days.”

She thinks this over. “And the children? Are they okay?”

“They’re downstairs,” he tells her, unsure if any of them are okay. Then, after a moment, he adds, “Can I get you anything?”

#septimus heap #silas heap #marcia overstrand #slkdjalkjdlakfsa this isnt like anything so im sorry for that #also its in silas's pov #i have like six different versions of this chapter and none of them are finished #yeah this takes place in my fic that is a little canon divergent and self indulgent #basically it expands upon canon and fills in gaps and whatever but its gonna be forever until i get to this part #because im starting with the ten year gap #and basically it adds in religion and politics and as i try to like. actually give a plot beyond hey for ten years things sucked bc like #im very sure people didnt just go oh well we have to live like this now #but i was like hey i wanna continue to do this for every book not just the ten year gap and then things got very out of hand and somehow #silas ended up being there when they rescued her from the vengeance bc i dont believe he'd sit at galens while his children and aunt #were in danger #i think hed be like oh fuck i gotta get to them before domdaniel does its time to get the fuck out of here #saving marcia isnt his priority because he doesnt see how its gonna happen but then his kids are like no we gotta get ehr off that ship #i dont know if any of this is making sense im just rambling in the tags at this point #septimus-heap my beloved #idk i just have a lot of thoughts and headcanons and since most of them fit together perfectly i was like #why not rewrite the books for an older audience and actually have consequences #also i wanted the characters to say fuck so. sorry for that i just think htey deserve it

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