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Post by wordy on Mar 14, 2013 12:08:47 GMT 10
Title: no man's land Rating: PG Prompt: #80 crossroads Summary: A Battle Magic scene.
The wind stirs up a wall of dust. Briar wipes his face on the sleeve of his shirt, but everything still feels gritty, like he can't get clean. He doesn't look at Evvy. Keeps a firm grip on her hand.
Rosethorn is looking back the way they have come, hair tousling lightly in the wind.
"We have to go back," he croaks out, finally. We have to go back. Don't we?
The ground is barren, empty. Something smooth and small touches the back of his hand and he looks down, at Evvy slipping a pebble between their clasped hands, then squeezing tightly again. He's never seen her cry before, and the dirty tear-tracks on her cheeks look foreign.
They have nothing to keep them going. Everything abandoned. He looks to Rosethorn again, but she looks just as empty as he feels, stripped to the bone, scattered to the wind. They can't stay here, the elements wearing them down, but some small, selfish part of him wishes that they could. Just a little longer.
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Post by Kris11 on Mar 14, 2013 12:27:42 GMT 10
Gah. I loved this but at the same time, oh, my heart. You wrote the descriptions here so well, and I loved that it ended without an answer. This, this needs to stop: "He's never seen her cry before, and the dirty tear-tracks on her cheeks look foreign" because Evvyyy. Lovely use of the prompt, too.
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Post by wordy on Mar 24, 2013 16:38:24 GMT 10
Thank you, Kris!
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Post by Seek on Mar 25, 2013 2:23:47 GMT 10
Em, I really loved this! Felt it conveyed the transitory sort of sense of a crossroads as well as no man's land. The sense of displacement is very strong here.
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