Post by Seek on Aug 10, 2012 20:19:56 GMT 10
Title: All The Roads Lead To
Rating: PG
Team: PD/SS
Prompt: Maps
Word Count: 381 words
Summary: Aniki and Sabine engage in some cuddling. Can be read as post-Mastiff. Or an AU. Aniki/Sabine.
Notes: I’m bad at writing this sort of thing, but thought I’d give it a shot anyway.
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The marred expanse of Aniki’s back were a map of the roads she’d walked. In the unsteady candlelight, Sabine traced scar upon scar along neat planes of swordsman’s muscle.
“This one,” she said, fingers running along a short, thick scar.
“Arrow in Frarslund.” Aniki stirred, shifted to a more comfortable position. Her blue eyes were cold, but thawed slightly as they flicked over to Sabine. “Slavers favour barbed arrows. A shot to the calf and a slave won’t be running away anytime soon.”
“You fought slavers?” Sabine asked.
Aniki shrugged. “Another time,” she said. She gently guided Sabine’s hands to another scar. This one was long and neat, and Sabine knew instantly where it’d come from.
“A sword,” she stated.
“Hamrkeng,” Aniki said. “The price of an Anjel sword.” She turned languidly, so Sabine could see a matching scar along the tight muscles of her stomach. “Hamrkeng is…crowded. Tightly packed. All wood and stone, your typical Scanran city. But you’ll never fail to find work when you need it.”
“This?” A sharp series of lines, all smooth silvery scars, and Aniki relaxed into her touch.
“Erlskagga. I was flogged there. I met Rosto there. Hard to stitch cuts on your own back, and Kora’s none too good with humans. Erlskagga’s a small coastal city along the Emerald Sea. Almost as far as you can go, towards floes of ice that spread out far beyond, to the horizon. Pale skies…”
“You met Kora first?”
“Kajrsfjord,” Aniki said. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she shifted back onto her back, pulled the laundered sheets a little tighter around her. For a moment, Sabine breathed the sharp scent of rosemary and lavender that she’d come to associate with Kora’s laundry; or Aniki’s sheets, at least. And amaranth. Always amaranth. “Child killers.”
“Kajrsfjord.”
“Small coastal town. Raiders aren’t picky.” Aniki’s eyes opened. They were distant, remembering. Icy. “Kajrsfjord was their base. I’d gone there. Rumour had it they were looking for rushers to guard some convoys. I could do that. Then I met Kora.”
Her face was in shadow. “Later, we met Rosto. Then we came to Tortall.”
“And then we met,” Sabine said, and drew closer for Aniki’s kiss.
Aniki smiled. Her hand snaked around Sabine’s waist. “And then we met,” she agreed.
Rating: PG
Team: PD/SS
Prompt: Maps
Word Count: 381 words
Summary: Aniki and Sabine engage in some cuddling. Can be read as post-Mastiff. Or an AU. Aniki/Sabine.
Notes: I’m bad at writing this sort of thing, but thought I’d give it a shot anyway.
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The marred expanse of Aniki’s back were a map of the roads she’d walked. In the unsteady candlelight, Sabine traced scar upon scar along neat planes of swordsman’s muscle.
“This one,” she said, fingers running along a short, thick scar.
“Arrow in Frarslund.” Aniki stirred, shifted to a more comfortable position. Her blue eyes were cold, but thawed slightly as they flicked over to Sabine. “Slavers favour barbed arrows. A shot to the calf and a slave won’t be running away anytime soon.”
“You fought slavers?” Sabine asked.
Aniki shrugged. “Another time,” she said. She gently guided Sabine’s hands to another scar. This one was long and neat, and Sabine knew instantly where it’d come from.
“A sword,” she stated.
“Hamrkeng,” Aniki said. “The price of an Anjel sword.” She turned languidly, so Sabine could see a matching scar along the tight muscles of her stomach. “Hamrkeng is…crowded. Tightly packed. All wood and stone, your typical Scanran city. But you’ll never fail to find work when you need it.”
“This?” A sharp series of lines, all smooth silvery scars, and Aniki relaxed into her touch.
“Erlskagga. I was flogged there. I met Rosto there. Hard to stitch cuts on your own back, and Kora’s none too good with humans. Erlskagga’s a small coastal city along the Emerald Sea. Almost as far as you can go, towards floes of ice that spread out far beyond, to the horizon. Pale skies…”
“You met Kora first?”
“Kajrsfjord,” Aniki said. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she shifted back onto her back, pulled the laundered sheets a little tighter around her. For a moment, Sabine breathed the sharp scent of rosemary and lavender that she’d come to associate with Kora’s laundry; or Aniki’s sheets, at least. And amaranth. Always amaranth. “Child killers.”
“Kajrsfjord.”
“Small coastal town. Raiders aren’t picky.” Aniki’s eyes opened. They were distant, remembering. Icy. “Kajrsfjord was their base. I’d gone there. Rumour had it they were looking for rushers to guard some convoys. I could do that. Then I met Kora.”
Her face was in shadow. “Later, we met Rosto. Then we came to Tortall.”
“And then we met,” Sabine said, and drew closer for Aniki’s kiss.
Aniki smiled. Her hand snaked around Sabine’s waist. “And then we met,” she agreed.