FIC: Silver
Title: Silver (Rec this?)
Fandom: Aubrey/Maturin, mostly
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Dil belongs to the late Mr. O'Brian. The other person does not.
Summary: Lost and found.
Notes: Mailfic for tiamatschild! Spoilers for HMS Surprise, I suppose.
Dil is still running, swift and soundless, when night falls. She comes to rest in a stand of gnarled acacias, hands on her bony knees. "Thou stupid," she berates herself. "Thou heedless fool--"
A figure moves.
She thinks first, confusedly, it is the Englishwoman: young, white-skinned, with a restless grace. But her wise eyes are dark as Dil's own, and her voice is the wind through the trees. "So," she says. "Wilt thou come and race with me, little sister?"
As Dil reaches up to take the offered hand, the moonlight circles her bare wrist with silver.
Fandom: Aubrey/Maturin, mostly
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Dil belongs to the late Mr. O'Brian. The other person does not.
Summary: Lost and found.
Notes: Mailfic for tiamatschild! Spoilers for HMS Surprise, I suppose.
Dil is still running, swift and soundless, when night falls. She comes to rest in a stand of gnarled acacias, hands on her bony knees. "Thou stupid," she berates herself. "Thou heedless fool--"
A figure moves.
She thinks first, confusedly, it is the Englishwoman: young, white-skinned, with a restless grace. But her wise eyes are dark as Dil's own, and her voice is the wind through the trees. "So," she says. "Wilt thou come and race with me, little sister?"
As Dil reaches up to take the offered hand, the moonlight circles her bare wrist with silver.