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[June 6] [Fables (comic)] Flesh & Blood; It Beats Sap & Oak Every Time
Title: Flesh & Blood; It Beats Sap & Oak Every Time
Prompt: 6. The ideals of a country are only as good as the people who give it flesh and blood
Fandom: Fables (comic)
Characters: Geppetto, Frau Totenkinder
Summary: Geppetto’s still trying to understand why he lost the war. Maybe he should have asked Frau Totenkinder before he even started fighting.
“I still don’t understand where I went wrong,” Geppetto said, his grey head shaking back and forth gently.
“You did everything wrong, you old fool,” Frau Totenkinder cackled derisively, her knitting needles clacking away mechanically in time with her rocking chair.
“Really? Care to enlighten me, Frau? I am, after all, just a harmless old man now.” Geppetto’s voice went feeble with his last words, his tone mocking the persona she presented to the world which was no less of a falsehood than his own.
“You failed because your people were nothing but bits of carved wood,” she rapped out succinctly. “Your soldiers, your people; while loyal, they were incapable of feeling. And without that, they could never have won.”
“Feelings,” Geppetto’s voice rose shrilly in disbelief. “You think I lost the war because my men have no feelings? Of all the foolish sentiments. Really, I would have expected better of someone of your calibre, you old witch.”
“I may be a fool but the point still stands. You still lost,” she said with a smug nod. “Now, shall we return to our game?”
Prompt: 6. The ideals of a country are only as good as the people who give it flesh and blood
Fandom: Fables (comic)
Characters: Geppetto, Frau Totenkinder
Summary: Geppetto’s still trying to understand why he lost the war. Maybe he should have asked Frau Totenkinder before he even started fighting.
“I still don’t understand where I went wrong,” Geppetto said, his grey head shaking back and forth gently.
“You did everything wrong, you old fool,” Frau Totenkinder cackled derisively, her knitting needles clacking away mechanically in time with her rocking chair.
“Really? Care to enlighten me, Frau? I am, after all, just a harmless old man now.” Geppetto’s voice went feeble with his last words, his tone mocking the persona she presented to the world which was no less of a falsehood than his own.
“You failed because your people were nothing but bits of carved wood,” she rapped out succinctly. “Your soldiers, your people; while loyal, they were incapable of feeling. And without that, they could never have won.”
“Feelings,” Geppetto’s voice rose shrilly in disbelief. “You think I lost the war because my men have no feelings? Of all the foolish sentiments. Really, I would have expected better of someone of your calibre, you old witch.”
“I may be a fool but the point still stands. You still lost,” she said with a smug nod. “Now, shall we return to our game?”