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named_by_rhyme

[Deaths] on campaign

Sep 23, 2010 19:31

Title: hunger
'Verse/characters: Deaths; the Morrigan, Eduard De'Ath
Prompt: 05D "seeking solace"
Word Count: 708
Notes: Campaign-era. After wake up; Eduard's back on his feet, but only just barely. Also references gambit, response.

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( 'Wait,' she'd been told, but it wasn't enough to hold her easily. )

eduard de'ath, the morrigan, list d, deaths

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taennyn October 3 2010, 23:43:49 UTC

Thank you. She's going to be interesting to follow through the campaign--in ordinary circumstances she's much easier in her own skin, not stretching to fight past what she's comfortable with and not trying to keep herself in check either.

coastal_physics September 25 2010, 01:12:18 UTC

oooh, I do like The Morrigan.

I like the way you make the reader feel this.

taennyn October 3 2010, 23:44:45 UTC

:)

Thank you.

klgaffney September 26 2010, 18:01:35 UTC

oh, nicely done, eduard.

Pressure lessened in her head, across her shoulders, feathers evaporating from her skin in a way she couldn't have described to anyone who hadn't felt it. Swaying, just a little, not yet reaching for the table to catch herself, she looked up at him with eyes that didn't ache from the light and whispered "Dance with me?" in a voice she prayed wasn't shaking from her sudden hollowed skin.

that whole paragraph is amazing.

also, the last line is a good one.

taennyn October 3 2010, 23:45:38 UTC

Yeah, it was well played.

Thank you--I almost wish it was longer, more in-depth, but I couldn't frame more words around it.

:)

billradish October 24 2010, 07:54:53 UTC

"They'll fight for their lives if they're caught in their den," Teufeltod said, "all of them, not just the slow."

The ways one tempts the Morrigan.

Pressure lessened in her head, across her shoulders, feathers evaporating from her skin in a way she couldn't have described to anyone who hadn't felt it. Swaying, just a little, not yet reaching for the table to catch herself, she looked up at him with eyes that didn't ache from the light and whispered "Dance with me?" in a voice she prayed wasn't shaking from her sudden hollowed skin.

This is glorious.

taennyn October 24 2010, 18:10:56 UTC

Yeees.

:) Thank you. I wanted to try to get more details, but couldn't--and given both you and K have complimented what's there apparently I was doing something right . .