Post by Shhasow on Apr 8, 2011 10:02:19 GMT 10
Title: The Greatest Trick, (8)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 293
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul wakes up, slowly. The woman is still there.
Raoul woke from his unsettled - though blissfully painless - sleep several times, and each time he saw little through his blurred vision, only a vague, shadowed figure. Each time, the person seemed to say something - Raoul thought it was a woman - but each time his head simply simply collapsed back onto the narrow cot.
Finally, one time Raoul did not succumb to Gainel’s arms. He awoke and stayed awake, his vision finally adjusting to see the person who sat by his side. It was that same warrior woman who had accosted him at his house, but all the guardsmen had sided with her.
He tried to sit up, but his muscles blazed in agony. Raoul belatedly realized that his arms were tied behind his back and he lay on his side. He silently calculated his injuries. Dislocated shoulder, broken fingers that would not heal correctly if not fixed, cuts and slashes that oozed blood through bandages, bruises and aches covering the rest of his body. He had trouble breathing, as if a weight pressed on his chest.
“Finally, you’re awake. I suggest you stay that way, and that you remain where you are,” said the woman. She picked at her fingernails with a dagger. “The Dogs could not get answers from you. I requested that I make an attempt before the incompetent fools killed you. I suggest you answer my questions, else you’ll return to Guardsman Digby’s tender mercies. My name is Sabine, by the way, though you seem to already know it.”
Raoul blinked slowly. He attempted to question the woman, demand an explanation, threaten her, but the only word that emerged from his throat felt like fire crawling up and out of his mouth in a croaked, “Water.”
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 293
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Raoul wakes up, slowly. The woman is still there.
Raoul woke from his unsettled - though blissfully painless - sleep several times, and each time he saw little through his blurred vision, only a vague, shadowed figure. Each time, the person seemed to say something - Raoul thought it was a woman - but each time his head simply simply collapsed back onto the narrow cot.
Finally, one time Raoul did not succumb to Gainel’s arms. He awoke and stayed awake, his vision finally adjusting to see the person who sat by his side. It was that same warrior woman who had accosted him at his house, but all the guardsmen had sided with her.
He tried to sit up, but his muscles blazed in agony. Raoul belatedly realized that his arms were tied behind his back and he lay on his side. He silently calculated his injuries. Dislocated shoulder, broken fingers that would not heal correctly if not fixed, cuts and slashes that oozed blood through bandages, bruises and aches covering the rest of his body. He had trouble breathing, as if a weight pressed on his chest.
“Finally, you’re awake. I suggest you stay that way, and that you remain where you are,” said the woman. She picked at her fingernails with a dagger. “The Dogs could not get answers from you. I requested that I make an attempt before the incompetent fools killed you. I suggest you answer my questions, else you’ll return to Guardsman Digby’s tender mercies. My name is Sabine, by the way, though you seem to already know it.”
Raoul blinked slowly. He attempted to question the woman, demand an explanation, threaten her, but the only word that emerged from his throat felt like fire crawling up and out of his mouth in a croaked, “Water.”
QC by: wordy