A tale as old as time - Bard the bowman x OC - Chapter 3 - Skills of a healer

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Originally posted by riepu10

A tale as old as Time - Bard x OC - Chapter 3: Skills of a healer

Summary: Brea is forced to turn to a practice she has abandoned some time ago.

Warnings: this chapter deals with injury and treating injuries. Though it’s not described in a gruesome way, take care if you are sensitive to this topic! <3

Author’s note: lovely people, it’s been too long since I’ve updated this fic! Recently my dear friend @fizzyxcustard inspired me to work on this fic again and goodness—I am obsessed now with it. Enjoy this update ❤️❤️

The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade;

a calling, not a business;

a calling in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head.

-William Osler

She did not see Bard for a long time after.

The first few days, Brea told herself that he probably was too busy to enjoy her company–the bargeman had a family to sustain after all… But when the first two weeks had gone by and she still hadn’t seen even a glimpse of the man’s pretty ass, Brea started to consider the fact that the bowman was, in fact, avoiding her. The decision, which only spoke in favor of his character and sense of duty, made the daughter of Brenion ache for his company even more. Even so much that the concept of sleeping eluded her.

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New to this journey? Here’s chapter 1. Or chapter 2! Or chapter 3.

Originally posted by lordoftherazzles

A tale as old as Time - Bard x OC - Chapter 4: Illicit Desires

Summary: Brea tends to her bowman, and deals with the likes of Alfrid and her parents…

Warnings: A flirty, hot as hell bowman <3 . Also, conflict.

Author’s note: aah I love this series so much that I wrote this next chapter in just fourteen days. And knowing myself, that’s fast as fuck!! I blame my amazing (writer) friends for fueling my Bard obsession (but really, thank you❤️❤️). And special kudos to @legolasbadass for being so kind to act as my beta-reader, you are the best! ❤️❤️

I hope you all enjoy this update ❤️❤️

She couldn’t turn away from the eyes that held her. 

Eyes as deep, as dark as the night, 

yet there was something that sparked with warmth

that kept those eyes from being cold. 

-Lora Leigh

Eventually, morning came.

After making sure their father would live to see another day and making Brea promise them to stay until they got back, Sigrid and Bain set off to work. Though both had no desire to take over the hard labor their father did every day–especially during this time–the reality was that the life of a bargeman and his family was fickle. Steady jobs were hard to come by, and Bard’s reputation of being an accountable and trustworthy boatman had to be upheld at all cost, for these qualities had often saved them from total ruin.

Brea watched the eldest Bardlings from the window pane in the front door as they made their way over the docks. She had argued that the people of Laketown would understand that Bard had to rest for a few days–surely their opinion about him wouldn’t change that quickly–but Sigrid had merely shaken her head at that and had told her friend the people weren’t the problem: the master and his loyal subjects were. 

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