Watchmen Kink Meme 2: Electric Boogaloo. Or not.
Alright, alright, I'm back now. Here ya go kids. (You're just lucky the other one didn't run out in the middle of my vacation grumble grumble)
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work ( Read more... )
As far as food for the humans goes, they still have some nonperishable provisions, because when Daniel packs he doesn't have to obey the laws of time and space. Still, Laurel can't help but cheer when Ghost Rat vanishes for a while and comes back with three rabbits, and as they roast she tries not to think of what her mother would say to the prospect of her daughter eating this. They're delicious with nothing but salt, and she gets grease all over her face and hands as she eats her share. It's sort of worth running away to be in company that only laughs at her and passes her a sheaf of dry grass to clean off with.
With the unexpected bonus of the rabbits, they nearly make it across the plain without having to ask anyone for anything, and Laurel feels sort of sad thinking that she'll only see the tents used by the Tribes from a distance. They're beautiful in their functionality, and she can tell that the designs on them must be incredible up close. Now she wishes she had actually paid attention when her tutor started droning on about "kinship structures among the savages", because she knows every single one of them means something.
This is all before six men appear out of the grass and all hell breaks loose. The numbers actually matter because unlike slavers and brigands, they're trained fighters, and they have a war mage with them. They're operating at a distinct disadvantage, because they're trying to catch Laurie and not hurt her. And she has no compunction at all about hurting them. Their clothing is practical, but each one has the symbol of the Sacred Guard somewhere on him. They're some of the Emperor's finest, sent to catch his bride. They actually have the gall to laugh at Ghost Rat's war-fans, until he shows that he knows how to use them. They're smart enough not to think Daniel's crossbow is funny at all.
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When they finally reach the tent, its owner is standing outside as if she has been expecting them for a while. She's tall, and her hair is golden, the second most common color out here. It's piled up and held in place with a bone comb, and her loose white dress flaps in the wind. Generally, the Tribes assemble themselves in loose settlements, but some choose to go it alone, and this is apparently one such household. She doesn't know what the elaborate fetish beside the door means. It makes her flesh creep because there's a human skull along with the feathers and animal bones, but Ghost Rat sighs in profound relief, and slides from Horse's back and falls to his knees.
"I have nothing but myself and some rabbit bones." He says, and Laurel cannot believe he's following the ritual at a time like this. Any member of any Tribe may stay with any other barring grave breaches of conduct. A Ghost must offer something. Kindhearted people take a token, cruel and greedy ones take everything. The only protection a Ghost has is the belief that robbing them like that is bad luck.
"I was just thinking that I needed a new set." She says, and Laurel has the faint sensation of reality wobbling as she hears that deep voice and realizes that the dress is flattening against planes instead of outlining curves. This ambiguous creature pulls Dan from the saddle "Get up, Little Ghost. Help me get your friend inside."
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Ghost Rat sits and watches quietly as Thinks Ahead touches the skin under Daniel's arm and frowns. "I didn't want to worry the girl, but he's colder than he should be. Crawl in with him while I make something to help him replace his blood." It's awkward, stripping down to his loincloth and wrapping around Daniel, but he's glad to do it. His friend's skin is like ice, and even though he's already overheating, he pulls the robe tighter around them both. He has several cuts that are still sticky, and so does Laurel, but he knows they'll both live. At least Thinks Ahead doesn't seem worried as she sings as she brews, the oldest healing chant of all. It's a call to bring back a wandering spirit, and he mouths the familiar words against Daniel's shoulder, hoping his own ghost-voice can help. He's asleep before the bubbling potion is complete, and only blinks once as Thinks Ahead gently administers it to her patient, and reaches across Daniel to stroke Ghost Rat's hair as he drifts off again.
Sick Wolf eyes the iron horse with deep suspicion. He doesn't like it one bit, but it seems calm. The natural horse beside it doesn't seem to mind it, and that more than anything lets him know that he can safely ignore it. He creeps up to the tent, because as glad as Thinks Ahead always is to see him, he can be remarkably hostile when awakened. Poking his head in, he takes in three slumbering and unfamiliar forms before catching sight of his wife, sitting upright and wrapped in a blanket. Thinks Ahead puts a finger to his lips and smiles, tiptoeing out into the night and into Sick Wolf's arms.
Later, when the sun is just starting to come up and they're nestled together in the long grass like a pair of mated wolves, Thinks Ahead kisses his husband's chest and yawns. He still feels vaguely unsatisfied. Their favorite games can't be played with visitors, and his skin itches for bites, cuts and punches. He sighs and stretches, reluctantly rolling away and standing in the low, pink light to pull his dress on over his head. He shakes his long hair out behind him, and Sick Wolf smiles, hunting among the grass roots for his comb and finally offering it up.
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Not to mention, you win a million anthropology points.
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Surely not a million, it can't be that obscure.
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