for the lovely Dets because i’m in Merilin/Selga hell.
so is Selga. heh.
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Merilin swooped in to catch Selga as she fell from where she had been strung up. The Angel lowered them both to the ground in a way that wouldn’t disturb the witch’s injuries. Her skin was sunken in and sallow, bruises and cuts littered her flesh. She was missing fingers, a few toes, an ear and something had cut her breasts from her body. Her warm, sticky blood stuck to robes Merilin had worn for millennia.
The Angel couldn’t be bothered by it.
A distinct ache settled in her chest as she peered down at Selga.
Her hair had been shorn close to her skull and was patchy in some places. The witch would be annoyed; she had always hated her hair short. Merilin ran her hand through the soft tufts-
-only to close her eyes at what she felt.
There were scabs on her scalp and fresh cuts too. Some oozed blood, others were releasing puss from infection.
Merilin swallowed hard.
“Sister.”
She didn’t raise her eyes at first. They stung and it felt like a weight was crushing her chest. It took Laerophen’s long, slender fingers grasping at her shoulders to make her look away. “Yes, brother.”
“We cannot hold the defenses for long. If you are going to attempt this rescue to the fullest, now would be the time,” no sooner were the words out of his mouth, he had turned and grabbed a demon by the throat. The creature, with distended belly and gangly limbs, screamed in agony as white light filled the cavern.
It slumped to the ground dead.
“I cannot heal her.”
Merilin tried again, tried to let the energy given to her by their Father flow through her and into the mortal. It reverted, the energy rebounding and smacking her in the chest. She could feel Selga’s pain, every fracture and break in her bones.
Her jaw was horribly disfigured, probably dislocated or broken. Something had broken her cheek bone on the left side. Femur, hip, collarbone, a part of her back. The list of her injuries was far longer than Merilin wanted to think about.
“We’re in Hell. Aside from our defenses,” Laerophen’s sentence was cut off as he swung a sword of energy through another beast. He continued, “none of our Heavenly abilities will work down here.”
“I’m going to save her.”
His blue eyes were distinctly sad. “You will fall.”
With no discernable effort, she hefted the witch’s broken body into her arms. Despite the horrible situation, the position, holding Selga. It felt right. Like the mortal had been made to fit in her arms.
Merilin’s obsidian wings stretched out in the dim light and her only answer was a glance in her brother’s direction. “I will miss you. But this is my choice.”
determamfidd updated Sansukh with the most descriptively enticing chapter of them all! (in my opinion) Inorna is a character I love to hate and in chapter 40..Man I really hated her this is my 84 sansukh piece I’ve created and I’m well on my way to 100,, so just wait,, just you wait
LMAO OH NOOOOOO OH YEOUCH – Dori is tough, though! his expression here is just – Aaaargh. My heart. My heart.
FISHY, I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOOOOVE IT. ALSO IT HURTS AND ALSO I LOVE IT. *hugs you tight* lsakegfjlashdgfjalshfdals OH MY GODDDDD DORI WHY DID I EVER
(an itty backstory behind the cut, heheh)
so, Inorna and Krummett are verrrrry loosely based on people from my high school the names are even a little similar, whoops!!! Inorna was THE most self-satisfied, self-important cow I’ve ever known, throwing tantrums every two seconds if she didn’t get her way, or loudly declaring how amazing/tragic/hard-done-by she was, all the time, making EVERYTHING about her no matter what it was. She bullied me into essentially doing her senior Music performance assessment for her… and then proceeded to ‘stab me in the back’. A really lovely human being! Her BF Krummett was basically a rabid attack dog who fawned all over her in the creepiest way imaginable.
You’d think that they are being caricatured here… but I’ve actually toned them WAY down. They are two of the only people I have ever hated myself, so I’m glad they’re coming across as suitably vile! 15yo me is retroactively pleased 🙂
– A patient is being really nasty to me, swearing and yelling and oh my gosh I think they’re going to throw something at me but you intervene and get them safely removed from the clinic thank you for saving me…again
– This patient has super tricky veins and I can’t find them please help – wow how did you make it look so easy your fingers must be magic and now I’m wondering what kind of magic they could do on me…
– You come ‘round once a day to pick up all our samples and take them to the lab. I’m still new at this and I’m always running late getting everything packaged but you wait patiently and tell me to take my time, and omg wait are you seriously flirting with me while my hands are filled with tubes of blood and urine?
– It’s been a super stressful day at work. Our clinic was short-staffed, again, and the patients were especially rude today. We both worked overtime and we’re absolutely exhausted and never want to talk to another human being again but now you’re inviting me to get a drink and vent and how can I resist
– I have to take a toddler’s blood and they’re screaming and crying and the parent isn’t really helping because they’re getting upset watching their precious child get bloodwork. Please someone help I don’t want to re-poke this poor baby and you come in and wow you calmed that child down in record speed and I find that more attractive than I probably should
Join us in doing prompts! 😀
– it’s parent-teacher night and you’re the last parent to walk in and sit at my desk. Your child’s engagement and application is beginning to slip and I need to talk about their behaviour as well but omfg you are really ridiculously hot – no, I am a professional dammit
– the school is putting on a musical this year, and I’m the Head of Drama and you’re the music teacher in charge and oh god we’re both going to have a stroke before this is all over. Some kids are shit-stirring and making trouble and some parents are being awful bc of the costumes or bc their precious talented baby didn’t get the role and some kids are nervous as heck, but you’re always so calm and reassuring and you deal with it all so incredibly well and oh dear god help me you’re actually amazing
– we’re responsible for organising the staff holiday party this year, our names drawn out of a hat and the pair of us randomly thrown together. We don’t share a staffroom, we’ve barely even met, you’re sciences and I’m humanities and we constantly bicker over which department gets the most funding but jesus you’re gorgeous when you’re all passionate like that
– I’m the new-ish principal who is dragging this school out of a decade-long doldrums. All the entrenched staff kick and scream as they protest the change of culture and procedure. ‘It’s always been this way!’ they say, but I know these changes will help the kids and the school, that the culture of complacency is killing their love of learning… and then you arrive, the new History teacher, and you make everything new and fresh and vibrant and the kids cannot get enough of your class
– You’re my student teacher, and I’m your supervisor. I have six weeks of your final prac in which to train you before you finish the last year of your degree. Then you’ll leave to begin your first real teaching job… but I don’t want you to go, and neither do my classes…
oh jeez, Nonnie. This is lovely and also sortakinda ouch… because Dain lost both (in my little headcanon, anyway, it’s both) his parents at the tender age of 32. Nain was butchered by Azog in front of his eyes.
So the image that came to me then was Dain and Bofur sitting together in warm, close lamplight. Dain has several empty tankards in front of him, and clutches another. His face is creased and sad as he wracks his memory. Bofur has a couple of empties sitting to to side, and a notebook resting in front of him, taking down as many details as Dain can remember… which isn’t many. It isn’t many at all.
(He remembers that his father had red hair also, and that Daeris’ eyes were brown. He remembers the smell of his mother’s hair-oil, spicy and pungent, and he remembers the way his father’s body crumpled onto the steps of Khazad-dum, the head lolling on its broken neck)
Bofur is a bro, though, and wouldn’t draw attention to the shaking of the King’s voice. He’s far too kind for that.
Oh LACE, he is positively delicious!!! Oh my word, hummina, come here you lovely bit of Dwarf beef, you absolute hunk of hottie. HAIR. ARMS. DAT SMILE. TUM. *ducks head into barrel of water* HMMMMKSJGDLSHJGDLJSH
Thank you, thank you I AM SO HAPPY TO BE THE ONE TO BLAME RN
Aw Yiss 