Challenge 77 and Alphabet Soup
Fandom: Discworld (Monstrous Regiment)
Pairing: Polly/Mal (although this is mostly Mal, I confess)
Challenge: 77 - Control
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG/PG13 (battle scene)
Title:
The Battle, Unending
Breath in.
The smell of blood, horse and human, rank and spoiling in the heat, fills my nose, and floods my senses.
Breath out. Grant me strength, grant me understanding, remember that I am a soldier, not a hunter, not a monster, not right now.
Get through the breath, and take another.
I can taste them on the air, the lives ending around me, leaking their bounty into the ground.
Breath out. Dark beans against my skin, her hand on my arm to steady me. I know I can do this.
My life, every moment, is an exercise in control.
*****
Fandom: Monstrous Regiment (Discworld)
Pairing: Polly/Mal
Claim: Polly/Mal of Monstrous Regiment
Rating: PG13
Word count: 169
Prompt:
The Land of Perfect Peace
I like The Duchess. So different from everything I’ve ever known. But the best part of the Duchess is this room.
It smells entirely of her.
Every surface has been worn smooth by her touch, the oils in her fingers sinking into the wood, polishing them, making them her own. The quilt on the bed, a crazy patch-work made by her grandmother when she was a child, bits of rough-spun cloth in browns and greys and pale, greenish blues, left over from baby clothes and petticoats, and blouses grown too small. They have all touched her body some way, some time.
She has caught me, burrowed under its warm bulk, and I’ve claimed nocturnal instincts for my wish to stay in bed.
She knows it for a lie.
I can’t burry my face in her hair, her skin, or wrap her arms around me for hours and hours at a time. But I can do this. Wrap myself in her scent, even when she can’t be right beside me.
*****
Well, what do you think?
Pairing: Polly/Mal (although this is mostly Mal, I confess)
Challenge: 77 - Control
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG/PG13 (battle scene)
Title:
The Battle, Unending
Breath in.
The smell of blood, horse and human, rank and spoiling in the heat, fills my nose, and floods my senses.
Breath out. Grant me strength, grant me understanding, remember that I am a soldier, not a hunter, not a monster, not right now.
Get through the breath, and take another.
I can taste them on the air, the lives ending around me, leaking their bounty into the ground.
Breath out. Dark beans against my skin, her hand on my arm to steady me. I know I can do this.
My life, every moment, is an exercise in control.
*****
Fandom: Monstrous Regiment (Discworld)
Pairing: Polly/Mal
Claim: Polly/Mal of Monstrous Regiment
Rating: PG13
Word count: 169
Prompt:
The Land of Perfect Peace
I like The Duchess. So different from everything I’ve ever known. But the best part of the Duchess is this room.
It smells entirely of her.
Every surface has been worn smooth by her touch, the oils in her fingers sinking into the wood, polishing them, making them her own. The quilt on the bed, a crazy patch-work made by her grandmother when she was a child, bits of rough-spun cloth in browns and greys and pale, greenish blues, left over from baby clothes and petticoats, and blouses grown too small. They have all touched her body some way, some time.
She has caught me, burrowed under its warm bulk, and I’ve claimed nocturnal instincts for my wish to stay in bed.
She knows it for a lie.
I can’t burry my face in her hair, her skin, or wrap her arms around me for hours and hours at a time. But I can do this. Wrap myself in her scent, even when she can’t be right beside me.
*****
Well, what do you think?