“What is this madness I’m hearing about cookies in the camp?” She didn’t move, only frowned deeper as the owner of the last box of cookies stepped into their shared tent.
“Ave, Vulpes. These are for you.” She slid him the box with her hand, continuing to look up to the top of her tent. She could hear the rustling of the thin cardboard and a sigh. She finally sat up, across from Vulpes Inculta, her mentor, her confidante.
The man who had inspired her to become a part of the Legion was staring at the cookies, a perfectly groomed eyebrow raised. “Why did you bake cookies for the entirety of the camp, Valence?”
“I’ve told Lord Caesar that I’m proclaiming my war on—” He held up a hand to silence her.
“No. Wait. Why did I even ask?” He smirked, lifting a cookie. “Trust you to bake cookies in a thinly veiled attempt to make us happy. Thank you.”
She felt her lips tug upwards until she was giving him the perfect poker face. She shrugged while he ate the first cookie. “If it makes you feel any better, after I was finished making them I cooked the ashes of a powder ganger into a loaf of bread and gave it to some profligate whore who tried to sell me her body.”
Vulpes managed a small smile. “Yes, it does make them taste even better.”
She laughed, although her face was mirthless.
She sat and watched him eat through five cookies, no doubt in her mind that he was hungry from a long day of dealing with delicate information. Espionage was sure to give a man a hunger that could only be quelled with delicious baked goods.
“Have you even had any of these?” He asked her around a bite. She shook her head.
“Only one. I had to make sure that I could make enough for every Legionaire in the Mojave to have at least five. I prepared 90 for you, Lucius and Caesar alone.”
His eyes widened marginally, something quite unlike him, before he rolled his eyes and pushed the cookies forward, directly between the two.
She looked at the box, then back to him, almost as if she didn’t understand. Finally, she put a tentative hand in the box to bring a cookie to her mouth. She ate it politely. “Thank you.” She mumbled over a mouthful. He grunted in reply.
They finished the entire box between the two of them before they readied themselves for bed. This was her most valued time, whenever he was back in the camp. The time where they could talk without worry of anything but themselves.
“Of course, I never told you this. No one ever did.” A statement meaning that he was about to share with her information not intended for her ears.
“Of course not.”
“When I went to report my findings to Caesar I saw him contentedly feasting on your gift. Before I left he spoke openly to Lucius about the promotion to Centurion that you’ll be receiving within the next two weeks, granted you’re on your best behavior.”
She almost thought she smiled. “Excellent. One step closer to Legate then, I suppose.”
Vulpes snorted. “Yes, I suppose I would rather it be you than Lanius. If Caesar’s unfortunate demise were to come about, I’d advise that if you haven’t already aquired that position, that you take it away from him quickly. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’d be able to do it. And you’d make such an excellent leader,” Here, his voice took on a sarcastic tone. ”you bake cookies.”
Valence could feel the corners of her lips tugging further and further up her face. “Yes. But only to raise troop morale, of course.”
Vulpes gave a dry laugh and turned to the other side. “Goodnight, Valence.”
“Goodnight, Vulpes.”
In the morning when Vulpes awoke, before her and many of the other Legionaries were to rise, he swore he could see her lips turned upwards.
Aaaand A!A runs off to look for more Legion!Courier prompts that are as amazing as this one because JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST that was awesome to write. Thank you OP, if you ever see this. Thank you so much.
Troop Morale 1d/1
“Ave, Vulpes. These are for you.” She slid him the box with her hand, continuing to look up to the top of her tent. She could hear the rustling of the thin cardboard and a sigh. She finally sat up, across from Vulpes Inculta, her mentor, her confidante.
The man who had inspired her to become a part of the Legion was staring at the cookies, a perfectly groomed eyebrow raised. “Why did you bake cookies for the entirety of the camp, Valence?”
“I’ve told Lord Caesar that I’m proclaiming my war on—” He held up a hand to silence her.
“No. Wait. Why did I even ask?” He smirked, lifting a cookie. “Trust you to bake cookies in a thinly veiled attempt to make us happy. Thank you.”
She felt her lips tug upwards until she was giving him the perfect poker face. She shrugged while he ate the first cookie. “If it makes you feel any better, after I was finished making them I cooked the ashes of a powder ganger into a loaf of bread and gave it to some profligate whore who tried to sell me her body.”
Vulpes managed a small smile. “Yes, it does make them taste even better.”
She laughed, although her face was mirthless.
She sat and watched him eat through five cookies, no doubt in her mind that he was hungry from a long day of dealing with delicate information. Espionage was sure to give a man a hunger that could only be quelled with delicious baked goods.
“Have you even had any of these?” He asked her around a bite. She shook her head.
“Only one. I had to make sure that I could make enough for every Legionaire in the Mojave to have at least five. I prepared 90 for you, Lucius and Caesar alone.”
His eyes widened marginally, something quite unlike him, before he rolled his eyes and pushed the cookies forward, directly between the two.
She looked at the box, then back to him, almost as if she didn’t understand. Finally, she put a tentative hand in the box to bring a cookie to her mouth. She ate it politely. “Thank you.” She mumbled over a mouthful. He grunted in reply.
They finished the entire box between the two of them before they readied themselves for bed. This was her most valued time, whenever he was back in the camp. The time where they could talk without worry of anything but themselves.
“Of course, I never told you this. No one ever did.” A statement meaning that he was about to share with her information not intended for her ears.
“Of course not.”
“When I went to report my findings to Caesar I saw him contentedly feasting on your gift. Before I left he spoke openly to Lucius about the promotion to Centurion that you’ll be receiving within the next two weeks, granted you’re on your best behavior.”
She almost thought she smiled. “Excellent. One step closer to Legate then, I suppose.”
Vulpes snorted. “Yes, I suppose I would rather it be you than Lanius. If Caesar’s unfortunate demise were to come about, I’d advise that if you haven’t already aquired that position, that you take it away from him quickly. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’d be able to do it. And you’d make such an excellent leader,” Here, his voice took on a sarcastic tone. ”you bake cookies.”
Valence could feel the corners of her lips tugging further and further up her face. “Yes. But only to raise troop morale, of course.”
Vulpes gave a dry laugh and turned to the other side. “Goodnight, Valence.”
“Goodnight, Vulpes.”
In the morning when Vulpes awoke, before her and many of the other Legionaries were to rise, he swore he could see her lips turned upwards.
Aaaand A!A runs off to look for more Legion!Courier prompts that are as amazing as this one because JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST that was awesome to write. Thank you OP, if you ever see this. Thank you so much.