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rainbowfic2023-05-31 09:27 pm
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True Blue #22
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Aftermath
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: True Blue #22. Friends help you move. True friends help you move bodies.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (True Blue + Novelty Beads), life drawing, pastels (Year of the OTP Event: May prompt, sunshine), novelty beads (smoke)
Word Count: 617
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: War/combat
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The light from the setting sun was starting to bleed through the smoke. Stab through, more like; rays of light like blades or arrows, raining down on the deck of her Morning Glory.
But it was over. They’d gotten clear and it was…over. For now.
She limped across the deck, sword still out in her hand just in case, keeping one eye out for Dallu in the controlled chaos of her crew taking stock of the damage and coming down off the adrenaline of the fight.
There.
She picked up her pace, ignoring the fresh rivulet of blood as it soaked its way down her pantleg.
“You all right?” she called.
He looked up. Bruised, ash-streaked, but calm. “I’m good,” he assured her, as he stepped over a broken crate to meet her halfway.
With her free arm, she tugged him the last few feet and then held him close as she could. She felt the comforting weight of his hands on her back as he held her in return, and felt her heartbeat come back down to something like normal.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like combat--part of her, anyway, thrilled in it. The wild adventurer, the storm in her, thrived there.
It wasn’t even that this had been especially bad. She’d had pirate actions and feud actions that had caused more damage, taken more lives. Hell, she’d weathered actual storms--mostly before she’d gotten her Glory and her Dallu--that had cost her more than this delta skirmish.
And she knew it would get worse over the next few months, or years, as more nations openly picked sides and joined what was shaping up to be a long and bloody war with Feredar.
Just…something about today; about that Ketarre-built ship coming up faster than she could see and trying to stop her.
Failing, of course, because she and her crew were damn good, but.
Fuck.
“I’m good,” Dallu said, again. “Kes, too, she’s seeing to the refugees, keeping them calm.”
“Good,” Taz said, and pulled back just far enough to kiss him, to take a moment, to breathe.
“You’re bleeding,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t leave it, promise?”
“I won’t,” she said, and leaned her forehead against his. “I gotta see to things, then I will. Promise.”
“I love you,” he said.
They didn’t say it often, just when one or the other of them needed to hear it. Like she needed it now. Dallu was always so good at knowing when she needed it. What she needed most of the time, really. She hoped she did half as well for him.
“Love you,” she said, then kissed him again.
Dallu’s hand trailed along her arm, his fingers threading through hers. “I’ll be here when you’re done,” he said.
“I know,” she said, then squeezed his hand briefly before disengaging and turning back out to survey the deck.
The last of the smoke was clearing away, and that sunlight streaming down--seemed less like blood or blades now, reflecting red-gold against her blade, Dallu’s hair, the spilled water on the deck.
Reminding her they’d made it.
Dallu was all right, and he’d said her sister was too; her crew and her Glory had a lot more fight within them yet. If it had been a rough day, at the end of it, she still had all that mattered.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sunlight wash over her like the freshwater falls back home. Then she took a breath, wiped her sword on the cleaner of her pantlegs and sheathed it, then limped back across the deck to be the Captain her people needed while they dealt with the aftermath of battle.
Story: Aftermath
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: True Blue #22. Friends help you move. True friends help you move bodies.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry (True Blue + Novelty Beads), life drawing, pastels (Year of the OTP Event: May prompt, sunshine), novelty beads (smoke)
Word Count: 617
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Taz, Dallu
Warnings: War/combat
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The light from the setting sun was starting to bleed through the smoke. Stab through, more like; rays of light like blades or arrows, raining down on the deck of her Morning Glory.
But it was over. They’d gotten clear and it was…over. For now.
She limped across the deck, sword still out in her hand just in case, keeping one eye out for Dallu in the controlled chaos of her crew taking stock of the damage and coming down off the adrenaline of the fight.
There.
She picked up her pace, ignoring the fresh rivulet of blood as it soaked its way down her pantleg.
“You all right?” she called.
He looked up. Bruised, ash-streaked, but calm. “I’m good,” he assured her, as he stepped over a broken crate to meet her halfway.
With her free arm, she tugged him the last few feet and then held him close as she could. She felt the comforting weight of his hands on her back as he held her in return, and felt her heartbeat come back down to something like normal.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like combat--part of her, anyway, thrilled in it. The wild adventurer, the storm in her, thrived there.
It wasn’t even that this had been especially bad. She’d had pirate actions and feud actions that had caused more damage, taken more lives. Hell, she’d weathered actual storms--mostly before she’d gotten her Glory and her Dallu--that had cost her more than this delta skirmish.
And she knew it would get worse over the next few months, or years, as more nations openly picked sides and joined what was shaping up to be a long and bloody war with Feredar.
Just…something about today; about that Ketarre-built ship coming up faster than she could see and trying to stop her.
Failing, of course, because she and her crew were damn good, but.
Fuck.
“I’m good,” Dallu said, again. “Kes, too, she’s seeing to the refugees, keeping them calm.”
“Good,” Taz said, and pulled back just far enough to kiss him, to take a moment, to breathe.
“You’re bleeding,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t leave it, promise?”
“I won’t,” she said, and leaned her forehead against his. “I gotta see to things, then I will. Promise.”
“I love you,” he said.
They didn’t say it often, just when one or the other of them needed to hear it. Like she needed it now. Dallu was always so good at knowing when she needed it. What she needed most of the time, really. She hoped she did half as well for him.
“Love you,” she said, then kissed him again.
Dallu’s hand trailed along her arm, his fingers threading through hers. “I’ll be here when you’re done,” he said.
“I know,” she said, then squeezed his hand briefly before disengaging and turning back out to survey the deck.
The last of the smoke was clearing away, and that sunlight streaming down--seemed less like blood or blades now, reflecting red-gold against her blade, Dallu’s hair, the spilled water on the deck.
Reminding her they’d made it.
Dallu was all right, and he’d said her sister was too; her crew and her Glory had a lot more fight within them yet. If it had been a rough day, at the end of it, she still had all that mattered.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sunlight wash over her like the freshwater falls back home. Then she took a breath, wiped her sword on the cleaner of her pantlegs and sheathed it, then limped back across the deck to be the Captain her people needed while they dealt with the aftermath of battle.
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Yeah, that part of a war where it hits that this isn't going to be over quickly is. Certainly a Moment, isn't it...
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Me too--it doesn't show as much as the more playful side of their relationship, but it's definitely There and they're so good together.