They come back at eleven, according to the wristwatch, Dredge with a nightstalker over her shoulder, practically bouncing, Birdy and Burn leaned together, scowling, the rest of the team laughing and talking.
Birdy stops in front of Lucinda, who looks up at her.
“Snipes aren’t real,” she says, and turns and walks back into the house.
“Yes they are!” Lucinda sits up, calls after her. “But they’re waterbirds!”
Dredge drops the nightstalker on the ground, undoes her baby sling and settles El on one of the deck chairs.
“Who’s on watch?” she asks.
“Drummer,” Lucinda replies, nods at Drummer.
“You mind if i stay up and take care of this lady here?” Dredge pats the side of the nightstalker, looks to Drummer. Drummer shrugs.
“Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Dredge replies, pulls her knife out of its sheath, gets to work.
***
“I’ll stay here today, if you don't mind, Boss.” Burn stretches out in her deck chair, wiggles her bare toes. “Let everyone else go wander around town, I can watch the front door.”
“Sure,” Lucinda agrees. “Could have used you, trying to wrangle more supplies out of the bureaucrats, but you’re welcome to stay here.”
Burn settles further back into her chair and nods, lets her eyes drift closed.
***
Lucinda rounds the corner and stops dead, so suddenly Drummer runs into her, fumbles an apology before she stops too, stares, mouth open.
“Is that--” Twist starts, catches herself.
“Burn!” Lucinda bellows, starts moving again, “Burn!” she yells again, when the woman fails to appear immediately.
Burn carefully, slowly, steps around the the doorframe, still standing on the porch, her shoulders hunched, trying to suppress a smile that fails quickly as Lucinda approaches quickly, hands curled into fists.
“Take them down,” Lucinda says, points to the row of underwear hung from the porch awning.
“I--” Burn starts, holds her hands up.
“Take them down,” Lucinda repeats, voice dropping, quiet and low.
“Yes ma’am,” Burn agrees, swallows hard.
Lucinda watches as she moves to the line of twine.
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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (56e/?)
Date: 2016-05-06 02:04 pm (UTC)Birdy stops in front of Lucinda, who looks up at her.
“Snipes aren’t real,” she says, and turns and walks back into the house.
“Yes they are!” Lucinda sits up, calls after her. “But they’re waterbirds!”
Dredge drops the nightstalker on the ground, undoes her baby sling and settles El on one of the deck chairs.
“Who’s on watch?” she asks.
“Drummer,” Lucinda replies, nods at Drummer.
“You mind if i stay up and take care of this lady here?” Dredge pats the side of the nightstalker, looks to Drummer. Drummer shrugs.
“Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Dredge replies, pulls her knife out of its sheath, gets to work.
“I’ll stay here today, if you don't mind, Boss.” Burn stretches out in her deck chair, wiggles her bare toes. “Let everyone else go wander around town, I can watch the front door.”
“Sure,” Lucinda agrees. “Could have used you, trying to wrangle more supplies out of the bureaucrats, but you’re welcome to stay here.”
Burn settles further back into her chair and nods, lets her eyes drift closed.
Lucinda rounds the corner and stops dead, so suddenly Drummer runs into her, fumbles an apology before she stops too, stares, mouth open.
“Is that--” Twist starts, catches herself.
“Burn!” Lucinda bellows, starts moving again, “Burn!” she yells again, when the woman fails to appear immediately.
Burn carefully, slowly, steps around the the doorframe, still standing on the porch, her shoulders hunched, trying to suppress a smile that fails quickly as Lucinda approaches quickly, hands curled into fists.
“Take them down,” Lucinda says, points to the row of underwear hung from the porch awning.
“I--” Burn starts, holds her hands up.
“Take them down,” Lucinda repeats, voice dropping, quiet and low.
“Yes ma’am,” Burn agrees, swallows hard.
Lucinda watches as she moves to the line of twine.