My breath catches in my throat.
A hand gently tugs me back by my shoulder. Obi places himself in front of me and stands firm.
He looks strong. Immovable. But I know better. His abdomen was aching, still not fully healed. It was a show.
"Now, now, Obi, I'm not here to stop you. No need to become so protective," Keane's eyes glitter with amusement.
I hold onto Obi's bicep lightly, "Is there something in particular you want?"
Keane looks at me, an emotion I hadn't seen for a long time flits across his face. Regret.
"I wanted to say goodbye and goodluck," he holds out a knife. My knife. It had the knick on the sheath from one of my first trackings.
I move to take it, but Obi pushes me back and snatches it himself.
Keane remains stoic and moves aside.
An invitation to pass.
I reach back to tug Lowen under my cloak.
Slowly we all walk past.
Obi herds Lowen and me quickly down the hall, and though I know I shouldn't I look back.
Keane stands alone in the hall, staring after us. He gives a smile like one he used to give so often, and I find myself holding back a sob and turn forward. Silently I say goodbye to my brother.
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Not So Invisible (Obi x OC)
FanfictionI push up slowly, still dizzy. A hand pulls me up. I sluggishly swing at it in an attempt to escape. They catch my hand and squeeze my wrist forcing me to drop my knife. They swing me into a cradle position. My stomach jumps to my mouth and I press...
