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There probably isn't going to be a lot of full!fic this month, just because of my other obligations with school and such. I'll try once a weekend, though!
The first time Francis saw someone get shot, he didn't know what to do. He'd been all of six years old, bundled up in his father's arms when a loud crack blasted through the air. There was a thump behind them and Dad had pulled his face into his shoulder muttering "Don't look, Francis, don't look." so Francis didn't.
The memory isn't even all that clear, though everyone insists it should be. It was people getting shot at after all, right? Only, shooting had been going on all of Francis's life, and he got used to it before he even realized what it was.
In actuality, the look on his Dad's face when Francis had asked "Momma?" would stick with him longer. Dad had patted his hair and muttered "Go to sleep"... that was the first time Francis had ever seen him look lost.
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.
The first time Francis saw someone get shot, he didn't know what to do. He'd been all of six years old, bundled up in his father's arms when a loud crack blasted through the air. There was a thump behind them and Dad had pulled his face into his shoulder muttering "Don't look, Francis, don't look." so Francis didn't.
The memory isn't even all that clear, though everyone insists it should be. It was people getting shot at after all, right? Only, shooting had been going on all of Francis's life, and he got used to it before he even realized what it was.
In actuality, the look on his Dad's face when Francis had asked "Momma?" would stick with him longer. Dad had patted his hair and muttered "Go to sleep"... that was the first time Francis had ever seen him look lost.
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.