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Post by wordy on Aug 30, 2010 13:26:15 GMT 10
Title: Duty Rating: PG Word Count: 41 Summary: He couldn't let them down. Notes: Prompt - wound, from Tortall #1.
Merric pulled his shirt back down, trying to wipe away the blood that stayed, slippery, on his fingers; he wondered how long it would be until they reached the border, or until he died from blood loss – which would come first.
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Post by max on Aug 30, 2010 13:28:59 GMT 10
So perfectly Merric, makes me love him even more.
I don't want him to die.
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Post by journeycat on Aug 30, 2010 13:31:05 GMT 10
*clings to Merric* You'll be okay! Lovely!
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Post by Cass on Aug 30, 2010 13:31:51 GMT 10
What Max said! *makes sadface*
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Post by ubiquitous on Aug 30, 2010 13:33:19 GMT 10
Oh, Merric!
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Post by Alliecat on Aug 30, 2010 14:01:13 GMT 10
Merric! Terribly sad, but really lovely.
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Post by ev on Aug 31, 2010 5:32:01 GMT 10
Merric!!!
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Rowena
Training Master
back to school... >.<
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Post by Rowena on Aug 31, 2010 5:36:29 GMT 10
Great sentance, but poor Merric! D:
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