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[226] A Good Run (Stand Still Stay Silent)
Title: A Good Run
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairings: Ensi Hotakainen/Hilja
Rating: Teen
Words: 200
Notes: PG
Warnings: Body horror, general horror, character death.
“And I thought it would be old age that got us in the end, eh?”
Ensi crouched next to the thing Hilja's body had become. She had work to do, even if she could no longer reach the gods through the darkness that had burrowed itself into her brain. But, in the name of Lempo, she had time to say good-bye. She had that much.
She reached out to touch that tuft of red and grey hair. It felt the same it had before the fall scouting expedition, when Hilja had stayed over at her place after sauna. She remembered the scent of that hair in her nostrils, tucked away in bed under the thin summer blankets, washed and warm and bone-tired. Before that, the scent of sausages roasting on the fire, the crackling taste of blackened skin; before that, the tap-tap of cards on the table, Hilja’s little self-satisfied victory gesture when she claimed a hand. Other evenings just like it, stretching back decades.
That scent was overpowered now. The world outside had finally crawled in to eat them both.
Ensi sighed and stood up. There were things she had to right now. While there still was an Ensi.
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairings: Ensi Hotakainen/Hilja
Rating: Teen
Words: 200
Notes: PG
Warnings: Body horror, general horror, character death.
“And I thought it would be old age that got us in the end, eh?”
Ensi crouched next to the thing Hilja's body had become. She had work to do, even if she could no longer reach the gods through the darkness that had burrowed itself into her brain. But, in the name of Lempo, she had time to say good-bye. She had that much.
She reached out to touch that tuft of red and grey hair. It felt the same it had before the fall scouting expedition, when Hilja had stayed over at her place after sauna. She remembered the scent of that hair in her nostrils, tucked away in bed under the thin summer blankets, washed and warm and bone-tired. Before that, the scent of sausages roasting on the fire, the crackling taste of blackened skin; before that, the tap-tap of cards on the table, Hilja’s little self-satisfied victory gesture when she claimed a hand. Other evenings just like it, stretching back decades.
That scent was overpowered now. The world outside had finally crawled in to eat them both.
Ensi sighed and stood up. There were things she had to right now. While there still was an Ensi.