Growing Up

Here is another story with Quentin and Charity.  It is set well after the other story the previous story.  Their current contract holder is Prudence’s grand-daughter.  It’s actually an excerpt from a longer story.  This scene was inspired by a word prompt (butterfly) from the WriYe DreamWidth.


Quentin couldn’t help but think of Charity as a caterpillar child.  Before she’d been changed, she’d been growing, as any normal child would have done.  He hadn’t known her back then, of course.  By the time he’d met her, she was already a werewolf.

During that time, it was as if she were in a cocoon.  She didn’t change or grow at all.  She was, perpetually, a thirteen year old girl.  From the time he met her until their new master had taken their contract, she was locked in her cocoon.

Now, thanks to pushing the child werewolf into a diurnal schedule, that was changing once again.  He smiled faintly as he watched her interact with her classmates.  Even in the two years since Felicity had made her attend the school, she’d grown.  She wasn’t in a cocoon anymore.  She wasn’t a caterpillar either.  Now, she was emerging from her cocoon and had become something different.

Charity seemed to sense him staring.  She turned and frowned at him.  “What are you thinking about, Quentin?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to one side.

“Butterflies,” he said, smiling.


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