[Deaths] the Morrigan
Title: truth in aftermath
'Verse/characters: Deaths; the Morrigan
Prompt: 95B "life worth living"
Word Count: 161
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She'd rolled up onto her toes, leather soles creaking as she did, to tiptoe carefully around the mess, padding light as any cat. New shoes called for more care than old, at least for things like these. If she had to take her new dove-grey shoes with pieced trim in the same tone back to be cleaned of blood-stains along the soles and against the toes, she had a feeling the cobbler might be tempted to ask if she'd been party to a war or something, but wouldn't because of her sex and her height.
Which was too bad, as if a man did, she'd tell the truth and say Yes, and give the smile that went with the full, giddy feeling of standing on a battlefield, just after the fighting's done, and realising all over again that she was still alive, still standing, still capable of anything.
The De'Aths wouldn't ask, because they knew, and she loved them for it.
'Verse/characters: Deaths; the Morrigan
Prompt: 95B "life worth living"
Word Count: 161
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She'd rolled up onto her toes, leather soles creaking as she did, to tiptoe carefully around the mess, padding light as any cat. New shoes called for more care than old, at least for things like these. If she had to take her new dove-grey shoes with pieced trim in the same tone back to be cleaned of blood-stains along the soles and against the toes, she had a feeling the cobbler might be tempted to ask if she'd been party to a war or something, but wouldn't because of her sex and her height.
Which was too bad, as if a man did, she'd tell the truth and say Yes, and give the smile that went with the full, giddy feeling of standing on a battlefield, just after the fighting's done, and realising all over again that she was still alive, still standing, still capable of anything.
The De'Aths wouldn't ask, because they knew, and she loved them for it.