[AN]- This is post-series (with Ahiru as a duck), and for some reason, Fakir's not at the docks anymore and Ahiru has gone to her base duck instincts without him...

First time in the PT fandom!

She glides on the water soundlessly.

Taking a look around, she stares at the wooden dock. Something, something old, rusted and forgotten stirs inside of her at the sight it, empty.

Someone...someone used to sit-

As soon as the thought comes it goes. She turns around abruptly, wondering why she would even pay the man-made structure attention.

-and with a quill-

More thoughts bubbled to the top of her mind, resurfacing.

She shook her head, willing the thoughts away.

-writing...writing stor-

She pushed harder on the thoughts pushing them down deeper,

stor-

and deeper,

writingwritingwhat-

until

withaquilladuckfeather-

all that remained

greeneyesgreenhairgreen-

was

tannedskinmyknightmywriter-

silence.

Maybe, she thinks, someone used to sit there. [PleasepleaserememberhimIdon'twannago-Idon'twanna-]

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