Post by pandora on Apr 21, 2011 23:29:47 GMT 10
Title: Small Victories
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 281
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Even the smallest counts for something. Where Blayce was never defeated and everyday Tortall is losing ground to Scanra. (Inspired by Mumford and Sons ‘After the Storm’)
Warning: Death
Evin used the dead man’s shirt to clean the blood from his sword. This had obviously been a patrol, and patrols could only mean there was a larger group was on its way.
“We’ll have to be quick,” he said beginning to go through the belongings of the Scanran he had just killed. Around him the other men were doing likewise.
Boots, weapons and rations were collected up, along with anything else of use. They would sort through it later. Now they needed to just grab what they could carry and get as far from the bodies as possible.
Evin tipped out the contents of the man's belt purse on the dirt, damp with spilled blood. Among some coins and a small flip knife he noticed a long gold chain. Using his own knife to lift the necklace he found it to have a small garnet pendant on the end. This was good.
“Dom,” Evin called, not looking up, “give this to your cousin.”
Dom finished retrieving the thick coat from another man’s body before shuffling across on his knees and taking the pendant from Evin.
Dom raised an eyebrow. “That’s kind of you, Evin,” he said as he held the pendant to the light, “but I’m not sure it’s quite Neal’s colour.”
Evin’s mouth twitched before he gently pushed Dom away. “Tell him to meditate with it when he can and build up a reserve of his gift.” Evin turned back to his Scanran. “We don’t need any more close calls like last week.”
Dom didn’t respond. He knew what the risks were if they couldn’t get Neal’s strength up. Maybe this would help give him something to focus on.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 281
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Even the smallest counts for something. Where Blayce was never defeated and everyday Tortall is losing ground to Scanra. (Inspired by Mumford and Sons ‘After the Storm’)
Warning: Death
Evin used the dead man’s shirt to clean the blood from his sword. This had obviously been a patrol, and patrols could only mean there was a larger group was on its way.
“We’ll have to be quick,” he said beginning to go through the belongings of the Scanran he had just killed. Around him the other men were doing likewise.
Boots, weapons and rations were collected up, along with anything else of use. They would sort through it later. Now they needed to just grab what they could carry and get as far from the bodies as possible.
Evin tipped out the contents of the man's belt purse on the dirt, damp with spilled blood. Among some coins and a small flip knife he noticed a long gold chain. Using his own knife to lift the necklace he found it to have a small garnet pendant on the end. This was good.
“Dom,” Evin called, not looking up, “give this to your cousin.”
Dom finished retrieving the thick coat from another man’s body before shuffling across on his knees and taking the pendant from Evin.
Dom raised an eyebrow. “That’s kind of you, Evin,” he said as he held the pendant to the light, “but I’m not sure it’s quite Neal’s colour.”
Evin’s mouth twitched before he gently pushed Dom away. “Tell him to meditate with it when he can and build up a reserve of his gift.” Evin turned back to his Scanran. “We don’t need any more close calls like last week.”
Dom didn’t respond. He knew what the risks were if they couldn’t get Neal’s strength up. Maybe this would help give him something to focus on.
QC by PeroxidePirate