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[foolishwren]

STORYBITS: THE DRABBLENING

Over time I've accumulated a lot of random Route-verse or generally Heather-based drabbles! Here's a post compiling them all in one place. See comments for the stories!

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Safe Up High

[foolishwren]

2. Safe Up High

_{Context: Deleted comment, I don't remember what this prompt was. :c (CANON)}

It wasn't until the soles of her boots were planted securely on the rooftop that she stopped running-- it wasn't even necessarily that she thought there was anybody pursuing her. It was just part of the thrill.
Panting, open-mouthed, she checked over her shoulder just to be sure, but there was nothing below but the stack of crates she'd scaled-- and, beyond that, the road, painted tangerine by the sun's sinking light. No one after her. They probably hadn't even noticed. She was just that good.
The sixteen-year-old stood all the way up with an out-of-breath laugh, uncurling her fingers to take a look at the spoils of her stroll through the jewelry section of Sears. A set of gold earrings, the cardstock paper the were set in already wrinkled and damp from the sweat of the clenched fist it had been clutched in.
She probably could have afforded them, to be honest-- but then, it was less about the genuine want for something and more about the buzz of excitement that came with getting away with the act.
Slipping them into her pocket, cracked her knuckles and strode off across the concrete rooftop, aiming for home.
She didn't need these shiny little pieces of metal, but then-- did anybody?
Heather wasn't stealing anything that anybody couldn't go without, so she didn't feel bad for it.