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Post by journeycat on Mar 30, 2010 20:40:29 GMT 10
Title: Comrades Rating: G Length: 114 words Competitor: Owen Round/Fight: Final Summary: Owen and Keladry will get each other through this.
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“I think I’d rather do stable duty instead of this.”
Keladry squinted at him through the downfall of rain. Owen thought he caught a glimpse of her grin.
“I’d rather climb the grandmother of all trees instead of this,” she half-yelled over the thunder.
He peered over the muddy trench. About half a mile or so away, the small army of Scanrans hid in their own trench. During this kind of weather, it was too risky for either side to battle.
“I’d rather kiss Joren,” he retorted.
“You’re pretty desperate, huh?”
Owen laughed out loud and slung an arm over her shoulders. They’d wait this out together, and survive it the same way.
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Post by jazzyjess on Mar 31, 2010 1:50:28 GMT 10
I like the "my dad's bigger than your dad!" argument going on here
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Post by Lisa on Mar 31, 2010 8:02:50 GMT 10
you wrote trench warfare. you wrote banter. in trenches.
*has died and gone to heaven*
I love it!
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Apr 1, 2010 13:29:44 GMT 10
Oh, this is the other side of them both being knights, isn't it? It's so real, and I love the grim humor.
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