FILL: the melting point of borders [5/8?]
anonymous
June 4 2012, 09:22:24 UTC
( Hoping to have the rest of this done tomorrow, but can't guarantee it .-. Sorry, just checked my schedule again. )
"You've never fought me."
Layers of parchment were spread on his floor. He pretended to be studying the maps of the mountain passes, the peaks surrounded by Mulan's energetic, unreadable characters, until she touched his shoulder. Her face was unusually guarded; she usually allowed whatever emotion she felt to unfurl across her body so he knew the moment she forgave him for the time he tried to slip between her legs. "Yes?"
"Fight me, or when the roast goes out tonight I'll go with it and tell every recruit you were too craven to fight a woman."
They weren't words, he thought, a girl wearing only a sword-belt and loose skirt should say. He stood, strode over to her, and put his elbow around her throat. He hadn't been this angry with her since she punched him with bandages still wrapped around her chest. "Do you want to die today?"
Her shrug went through her entire figure, enough for him to feel the stretch of it in her neck and then all her muscles, loose. "Aren't you curious, Shan Yu, about whether I can fight on the field? You would never let me run a maneuver I couldn't lead with my own horse and bow and sword."
He said absentmindedly, "Don't play with me."
Her hand came up faster than he expected it, fingers unerring and dirty for the nerves of his elbow. He dropped to his knees as her other hand moved fluidly, dagger flipping out of her belt and ripping a handsbreath of flesh from his leg. He kicked back at her with his other heel, but she slipped out of his loosened hold and dove out of the tent while he hadn't quite comprehended the blood slicking his feet.
"Kill me," she said, the only thing in his eyes her grin fierce and distended, as he rolled swearing out of the tent with the entire encampment gaping. Half of them were holding rice and skewers in their hands and all of them had their eyes on their khan, weaponless by a woman. "For China, kill me."
He ran at her, barely hearing his own obscenities, and she made one little aborted move.
He had never been shot before. The arrow shoved into him and bowled him into the ground before he could get his fingers to it, felt without thought his entire thumb dig into his chest. The pain, then, took him like a stampede and left him puzzled and unconscious in its wake, before he could see Mulan claw the arrow out of him and press it to his mouth.
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Khan Mulan's first order was to make Shan Yu her second in command.
Her second order was to have Archer executed.
Her third, given in the radiant afternoon sun, was to march for the Wall the next day. She always had the plans, he realized, nursing a yogurt with a bridle tied around his wrists; all she needed was her army.
Re: FILL: the melting point of borders [5/8?]afterandalasiaJune 4 2012, 10:43:38 UTC
Anon. Anon anonanonanon.
How is this so perfect? Your characters are marvellous, dark and sexy, and your way with words is magnificent.
I love the way that he thinks he's manipulating her, only to realise that she's far more than he thought. One too many underestimations! The characterisation here is just wonderful, through and through. I can't wait to see the end!
"You've never fought me."
Layers of parchment were spread on his floor. He pretended to be studying the maps of the mountain passes, the peaks surrounded by Mulan's energetic, unreadable characters, until she touched his shoulder. Her face was unusually guarded; she usually allowed whatever emotion she felt to unfurl across her body so he knew the moment she forgave him for the time he tried to slip between her legs. "Yes?"
"Fight me, or when the roast goes out tonight I'll go with it and tell every recruit you were too craven to fight a woman."
They weren't words, he thought, a girl wearing only a sword-belt and loose skirt should say. He stood, strode over to her, and put his elbow around her throat. He hadn't been this angry with her since she punched him with bandages still wrapped around her chest. "Do you want to die today?"
Her shrug went through her entire figure, enough for him to feel the stretch of it in her neck and then all her muscles, loose. "Aren't you curious, Shan Yu, about whether I can fight on the field? You would never let me run a maneuver I couldn't lead with my own horse and bow and sword."
He said absentmindedly, "Don't play with me."
Her hand came up faster than he expected it, fingers unerring and dirty for the nerves of his elbow. He dropped to his knees as her other hand moved fluidly, dagger flipping out of her belt and ripping a handsbreath of flesh from his leg. He kicked back at her with his other heel, but she slipped out of his loosened hold and dove out of the tent while he hadn't quite comprehended the blood slicking his feet.
"Kill me," she said, the only thing in his eyes her grin fierce and distended, as he rolled swearing out of the tent with the entire encampment gaping. Half of them were holding rice and skewers in their hands and all of them had their eyes on their khan, weaponless by a woman. "For China, kill me."
He ran at her, barely hearing his own obscenities, and she made one little aborted move.
He had never been shot before. The arrow shoved into him and bowled him into the ground before he could get his fingers to it, felt without thought his entire thumb dig into his chest. The pain, then, took him like a stampede and left him puzzled and unconscious in its wake, before he could see Mulan claw the arrow out of him and press it to his mouth.
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Khan Mulan's first order was to make Shan Yu her second in command.
Her second order was to have Archer executed.
Her third, given in the radiant afternoon sun, was to march for the Wall the next day. She always had the plans, he realized, nursing a yogurt with a bridle tied around his wrists; all she needed was her army.
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How is this so perfect? Your characters are marvellous, dark and sexy, and your way with words is magnificent.
I love the way that he thinks he's manipulating her, only to realise that she's far more than he thought. One too many underestimations! The characterisation here is just wonderful, through and through. I can't wait to see the end!
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