“You’re doing an awful lot of moving,” Runner says by way of greeting.
“There's an awful lot of people to meet still.” Lucinda holds out the pack of cigarettes, and Runner waves it away. “Burn said you’re Platte Stretch Flatwater. That true?”
“Sure is.”
“How long have you been Legion? You on my end of time, or are you on Dredge’s?”
Runner chuckles. She’s got longer legs, is harder to keep up with. Must be doing some maneuver so she doesn't gain ground over the others too quickly.
“Try Twist.”
“Five years?”
“Or so.”
“What’d you lose?” Lucinda asks. Keeps her voice forward, and Runner follows suit.
“They brought thirty in, of a hundred and forty. That’s what I lost.”
“What thirty?”
“Thirty you’ve never met, Bird.”
“Fair,” Lucinda laughs. “Why are you here, then?”
“Me and Burn and Drummer. Women can’t have friends that close.” Runner crosses her left arm over her chest, holds up two fingers on her right hand, taps her fingertips on either side of her mouth. “Not natural, who knows what sort of sedition it’ll lead to.”
Lucinda snorts and ducks her head.
“Long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, I don’t care what you three get up to in your off time.”
“Dredge says you and the Doc are together the same way.” Runner slants her eyes over, keeps her face forward. Drops her arms so they swing loose again.
“We’re not,” Lucinda replies. Digs her teeth into the filter of her cigarette. Why the fuck does this keep coming up. Is she going to have to have a Talkwith Dredge to get her to cut it out?
“Glad to have the score straight, then.” Runner bobs her head. “You oughta spend some time with the real young one. She wouldn’t shut up about how great you are, all yesterday and the day before and also the preceding six fucking days.”
“Fuck,” Lucinda murmurs around her cigarette.
Runner laughs, and Lucinda drops back to walk next to Dredge and Twist.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (8d/?)
“You’re doing an awful lot of moving,” Runner says by way of greeting.
“There's an awful lot of people to meet still.” Lucinda holds out the pack of cigarettes, and Runner waves it away. “Burn said you’re Platte Stretch Flatwater. That true?”
“Sure is.”
“How long have you been Legion? You on my end of time, or are you on Dredge’s?”
Runner chuckles. She’s got longer legs, is harder to keep up with. Must be doing some maneuver so she doesn't gain ground over the others too quickly.
“Try Twist.”
“Five years?”
“Or so.”
“What’d you lose?” Lucinda asks. Keeps her voice forward, and Runner follows suit.
“They brought thirty in, of a hundred and forty. That’s what I lost.”
“What thirty?”
“Thirty you’ve never met, Bird.”
“Fair,” Lucinda laughs. “Why are you here, then?”
“Me and Burn and Drummer. Women can’t have friends that close.” Runner crosses her left arm over her chest, holds up two fingers on her right hand, taps her fingertips on either side of her mouth. “Not natural, who knows what sort of sedition it’ll lead to.”
Lucinda snorts and ducks her head.
“Long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, I don’t care what you three get up to in your off time.”
“Dredge says you and the Doc are together the same way.” Runner slants her eyes over, keeps her face forward. Drops her arms so they swing loose again.
“We’re not,” Lucinda replies. Digs her teeth into the filter of her cigarette. Why the fuck does this keep coming up. Is she going to have to have a Talkwith Dredge to get her to cut it out?
“Glad to have the score straight, then.” Runner bobs her head. “You oughta spend some time with the real young one. She wouldn’t shut up about how great you are, all yesterday and the day before and also the preceding six fucking days.”
“Fuck,” Lucinda murmurs around her cigarette.
Runner laughs, and Lucinda drops back to walk next to Dredge and Twist.