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[261] Over the Next Hill (Discworld)
Title: Over the Next Hill
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Maladict/Polly Perks
Rating: teen
Prompt: 261 Shine
Word Count: 330
Notes: Contains canon-typical violence and supernatural horror elements.
Mal looked bad. Really bad. Vampires were always pale, of course, but Mal was turning blue, and worse than that, her eyes were blood-shot and so red they matched her uniform.
Polly had seen the effects of withdrawal before and knew the frenzy that could lead to, and furthermore, what those elongated fangs could do. Most days Polly could afford to think of it as a condition. On days like this, she had to be open to thinking of her lover as an animal that may have to be put down.
Open to thinking it. She didn't actually have to think it.
"I just need some b-bl--" Mal rasped from within her cage, pressing her face between the bars. It was sturdy iron, meant to transport prisoners of war.
"Bloody coffee. I know." Polly trudged in the mud beside the cage as their two horses pulled the carriage with the cage up another incline. The troop trailed behind and led ahead, crossbows at ready. They were heading into woods, a perfect place for an ambush. "The next town's not far. Just over this hill."
Just over this hill, where the enemy may be lying in wait, and then another half-day's journey through muddy fields, and who knew if Schims hadn't been taken by now? Or looted for every last bit of value, including coffee beans?
"Just keep it together a few more hours, all right? I'll get you there. You'll be right as rain by tomorrow."
Mal grinned through the bars, a manic, toothy thing. "My knight in shining armour."
Polly's throat caught, but she grinned back. "Sure am. Always dragging your butt out of trouble."
Mal reached a hand through the bars. And because Polly did not, could not be sensible when it came to Mal, she grasped it and squeezed it. That familiar dry, deathly cold skin that had known every inch of her.
They'd make it to Schims if it was the last thing they did.
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Maladict/Polly Perks
Rating: teen
Prompt: 261 Shine
Word Count: 330
Notes: Contains canon-typical violence and supernatural horror elements.
Mal looked bad. Really bad. Vampires were always pale, of course, but Mal was turning blue, and worse than that, her eyes were blood-shot and so red they matched her uniform.
Polly had seen the effects of withdrawal before and knew the frenzy that could lead to, and furthermore, what those elongated fangs could do. Most days Polly could afford to think of it as a condition. On days like this, she had to be open to thinking of her lover as an animal that may have to be put down.
Open to thinking it. She didn't actually have to think it.
"I just need some b-bl--" Mal rasped from within her cage, pressing her face between the bars. It was sturdy iron, meant to transport prisoners of war.
"Bloody coffee. I know." Polly trudged in the mud beside the cage as their two horses pulled the carriage with the cage up another incline. The troop trailed behind and led ahead, crossbows at ready. They were heading into woods, a perfect place for an ambush. "The next town's not far. Just over this hill."
Just over this hill, where the enemy may be lying in wait, and then another half-day's journey through muddy fields, and who knew if Schims hadn't been taken by now? Or looted for every last bit of value, including coffee beans?
"Just keep it together a few more hours, all right? I'll get you there. You'll be right as rain by tomorrow."
Mal grinned through the bars, a manic, toothy thing. "My knight in shining armour."
Polly's throat caught, but she grinned back. "Sure am. Always dragging your butt out of trouble."
Mal reached a hand through the bars. And because Polly did not, could not be sensible when it came to Mal, she grasped it and squeezed it. That familiar dry, deathly cold skin that had known every inch of her.
They'd make it to Schims if it was the last thing they did.