great. now you've just implied she was a hooker.
back from the dead. sort of. like a zombie but without the brain addiction. i can has internets now? soon? THIS YEAR, MAYBE? amanda thinks i'm only coming over to see her for her internet connection. of course not, darlin'.
oh fic. :P no title. wasteland style. hit and run posting. flee the scene.
Warnings: (pretend there are bullet points!)
1. Sad, ill-defined and badly worded.
2. I tried to come up with a title. Fail.
3. Oh God. The horse is dead and someone keeps kicking it.
4. This will suck.
5. Hard.
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Dust clouds lifted and left them staring at the crater. It gaped like a mouth, red and raw, empty.
(i will never leave you aga-)
When the magic failed and the souls went dark, the dragoons the remained huddled at the edge of nothing, the top of the world.
Miranda didn’t remember a lot of the last few hours. The dragon had shuffled her aside and done its thing; slot an arrow, throw a spell and sidestep a flailing chaos god. She had been running on spit and spite by then, so tired and frightened that there was nothing but a buzz running through her head.
Right then she had staggered to the edge where the wind howled
(the rest of them screamed when the spell raked them with air claws, but Albert shouldered past it and jammed a spear deep into)
and wavered like a heat point, hands slowly fisting in her hair. “She did it.” Something in the air was burning her eyes, stinging every open wound. The right side of her face was probably an interesting shade of bruise - everyone was- but when the wind blew and that spirit gutted out it felt like something unnamed and vital as a heartbeat had been ripped out. “That crazy bitch actually did it.”
She had a dim, adrenaline marinated memory of everyone around her screaming and bleeding and dying, and throwing a desperate plea to that little ball of soul around her neck.
(save them don’t let them die)
“Wow,” Meru said from Miranda’s left. The Wingly girl in rags and ribbons, one of her sandals was missing, Miranda noticed wearily. Her hammer was the only thing keeping her upright while she squinted at the red and brown crater in the desert. “Wow,” she said again, voice dusty as she looked. She looked uncertainly from what had been the Moon to Miranda and cracked a smile. One of her teeth was chipped. An eye was black and blue. But her hair was bright and still in a ragged ponytail, so that had to count for something.
“You think we’re gonna get in trouble for this…?”
In the shadow of a boulder, Dart started to laugh. Low and from the stomach, until he fell over and chuffed helplessly in the dirt while everyone watched with tired amusement, really unsure of what they were supposed to do now.
They saved the girl. The world. The day. Didn’t matter the girl was staring at a crater, loss and longing in those wide brown eyes. God, she felt tired. Warm and gritty under her skin, and shaky still. A few hours before, she had been pretty certain she was going to die right there in the dirt. Now she was wondering how to get dinner. No one thought these things through. No one…
Miranda sat down heavily. Or rather her knees attempted to bend and gave up halfway. She had an interesting view of a red and twilight blue sky swirled with clouds. Meru and Albert were making alarmed noises but that was okay. It was all going to be okay. They had killed a chaos god. That had to be good for something, like free beer.
With Kongol made a rocky clucking sound, they moved under the shade of the boulder with Albert making a cursory attempt at a fire.
“’m glad you’re all alive,” Miranda said slowly, fumbling over the words. “But I’m not huddling.”
”I will,” Haschel offered, and his smile was the only bit of him not caked in blood and dust and god goo that smelled spicy, like crushed leaves.
“Man,” Meru rubbed her arms frantically and then blew into her hands. “I hope Charle remembers to, y’know, remember to check on us.”