Drummer nods and salutes when they arrive back at the tent. Burn goes to sit with Runner, and once Lucinda nods at Drummer in acknowledgement, she breaks to go sit with them. Twitchy Hands follows after a moment, settles into the now-square of bodies.
Twist and Dredge settle off to the side, on a pair of chairs apart from the others.
Pregnant Teen and Cornrows and Loose Hair all sit together, talking. Pregnant Teen keeps her hands on her stomach, wraps them around herself as Lucinda steps further into the tent and closes the flap behind herself, approaches on quiet feet.
“Hey,” Lucinda says, voice with just enough roughness to warm it. “What’s your name?” she asks, takes off her sunglasses to look Pregnant Teen in the eye.
“I, uh.” Pregnant Teen looks her in the eye for a moment, then looks away. Draws down her eyebrows and half-squints at the crack of light under the tent wall. Doesn’t respond.
“Born Legion?” Lucinda asks, sits down. Loose Hair scoots away, to give her room to join the circle.
“No,” Pregnant Teen responds. “Born tribe.”
“Where?” Lucinda asks.
“Canyonlands.”
“Long ways from where you were born,” Lucinda murmurs. Watches the other two girls--Cornrows is twisting beads on a string, Loose Hair is holding something behind her leg so Lucinda can’t see it. Lucinda looks back over to Pregnant Teen.
“I don’t remember it,” Pregnant Teen says, voice soft. She presses her hands to her belly. “I was three years old when we joined.”
Lucinda hums, first, pauses before she speaks again.
“It’s a shame,” she says. Cornrows looks at her, narrows her eyes, grimaces like she’s trying to fit Lucinda's words somewhere in her head. Pregnant Teen gives a tiny, hesitant nod. Loose Hair looks at all three with wide eyes. “I know some things. I can't teach you everything, but I can teach you a few things.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Pregnant Teen says, but she doesn’t sound like she means it.
“I mean it,” Lucinda says. “The Legion did you and everyone else in this tent wrong, and I’m not going to pretend they didn’t.” Lucinda turns, stands, dusts off her pants. “If you wouldn't mind coming with me, I need to go visit someone and I’d like to have you along.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Pregnant Teen agrees, and takes Lucinda's offered hand. She waves her fingers at Loose Hair and Cornrows, and Cornrows nods and moves so she’s sitting across from Loose Hair.
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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (6a/?)
Date: 2016-02-26 02:34 pm (UTC)Drummer nods and salutes when they arrive back at the tent. Burn goes to sit with Runner, and once Lucinda nods at Drummer in acknowledgement, she breaks to go sit with them. Twitchy Hands follows after a moment, settles into the now-square of bodies.
Twist and Dredge settle off to the side, on a pair of chairs apart from the others.
Pregnant Teen and Cornrows and Loose Hair all sit together, talking. Pregnant Teen keeps her hands on her stomach, wraps them around herself as Lucinda steps further into the tent and closes the flap behind herself, approaches on quiet feet.
“Hey,” Lucinda says, voice with just enough roughness to warm it. “What’s your name?” she asks, takes off her sunglasses to look Pregnant Teen in the eye.
“I, uh.” Pregnant Teen looks her in the eye for a moment, then looks away. Draws down her eyebrows and half-squints at the crack of light under the tent wall. Doesn’t respond.
“Born Legion?” Lucinda asks, sits down. Loose Hair scoots away, to give her room to join the circle.
“No,” Pregnant Teen responds. “Born tribe.”
“Where?” Lucinda asks.
“Canyonlands.”
“Long ways from where you were born,” Lucinda murmurs. Watches the other two girls--Cornrows is twisting beads on a string, Loose Hair is holding something behind her leg so Lucinda can’t see it. Lucinda looks back over to Pregnant Teen.
“I don’t remember it,” Pregnant Teen says, voice soft. She presses her hands to her belly. “I was three years old when we joined.”
Lucinda hums, first, pauses before she speaks again.
“It’s a shame,” she says. Cornrows looks at her, narrows her eyes, grimaces like she’s trying to fit Lucinda's words somewhere in her head. Pregnant Teen gives a tiny, hesitant nod. Loose Hair looks at all three with wide eyes. “I know some things. I can't teach you everything, but I can teach you a few things.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Pregnant Teen says, but she doesn’t sound like she means it.
“I mean it,” Lucinda says. “The Legion did you and everyone else in this tent wrong, and I’m not going to pretend they didn’t.” Lucinda turns, stands, dusts off her pants. “If you wouldn't mind coming with me, I need to go visit someone and I’d like to have you along.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Pregnant Teen agrees, and takes Lucinda's offered hand. She waves her fingers at Loose Hair and Cornrows, and Cornrows nods and moves so she’s sitting across from Loose Hair.