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femslashficlets2019-06-05 02:05 pm
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[Literature] Bring Her Down (Stand Still Stay Silent)
Title: Bring Her Down
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairings: Sigrun Eide/Tuuri Hotakainen
Rating: PG
Quotes: Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
Notes: A series of five 50-word ficlets. Crossposted onsemidrabbles .
"I'm going to climb that tree," Tuuri muttered to her cousin in Finnish once attention strayed off them, after the tank took off through the rubble. Lalli shrugged, but he understood.
The bridge stretched before them, grassy in places, but treeless. Tuuri’s eyes kept straying back to her new boss.
-
There would be no exploring or troll hunting until the morning. Sigrun would have to make her own fun tonight. "Tell me again how tall I am," she told the little fuzzy-haired one.
"So tall," was the answer, and Sigrun reached down to the lower bunk to ruffle that hair.
-
There’s not a lot of time for flirting on a mission, even less for canoodling. Fortunately for the two of them, Sigrun was the boss.
Tuuri switched to Finnish swears only when she ran out of obscenities in Swedish. The distractions they'd cooked up would hold for a few more.
-
"Don't. Risk. Yourself." The words were a slap across Tuuri's face. It came from a good place. Just like when Onni said it.
She glared right back. "I know what I'm doing."
What followed, Onni would never allow her. An unclenching jaw. A slow nod.
Tuuri may be in love.
-
Sigrun stared at the expanse of icy water. No tracks. It had happened again.
The emotion she'd balled up reached out into her guts.
The boys were gone. Tuuri was gone.
A warrior did not feel this way. Fail this way.
She turned back to camp, Hel yawning before her.
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairings: Sigrun Eide/Tuuri Hotakainen
Rating: PG
Quotes: Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
Notes: A series of five 50-word ficlets. Crossposted on
semidrabbles ."I'm going to climb that tree," Tuuri muttered to her cousin in Finnish once attention strayed off them, after the tank took off through the rubble. Lalli shrugged, but he understood.
The bridge stretched before them, grassy in places, but treeless. Tuuri’s eyes kept straying back to her new boss.
-
There would be no exploring or troll hunting until the morning. Sigrun would have to make her own fun tonight. "Tell me again how tall I am," she told the little fuzzy-haired one.
"So tall," was the answer, and Sigrun reached down to the lower bunk to ruffle that hair.
-
There’s not a lot of time for flirting on a mission, even less for canoodling. Fortunately for the two of them, Sigrun was the boss.
Tuuri switched to Finnish swears only when she ran out of obscenities in Swedish. The distractions they'd cooked up would hold for a few more.
-
"Don't. Risk. Yourself." The words were a slap across Tuuri's face. It came from a good place. Just like when Onni said it.
She glared right back. "I know what I'm doing."
What followed, Onni would never allow her. An unclenching jaw. A slow nod.
Tuuri may be in love.
-
Sigrun stared at the expanse of icy water. No tracks. It had happened again.
The emotion she'd balled up reached out into her guts.
The boys were gone. Tuuri was gone.
A warrior did not feel this way. Fail this way.
She turned back to camp, Hel yawning before her.