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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (58a/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)“Watch--is that her name?--she’s very smart.”
“She is.” Lucinda sits down, puts her boots up on the table. Owl-Eagle looks up, from her book, finally, raises both eyebrows, flicks her eyes at the floor. Lucinda removes her feet from the table. “She’s a vulture. Has that sort of quietness to her.”
“That’s not a reason to call her a Vulture, Raven. Your mother the Magpie was awful quiet too.”
Lucinda glances at the door. “Killed a boy who was harassing her. I doubt it’s the first time she’s done something like it, or seen something like it.”
“She was one of them born Legion, right?” Owl-Eagle asks, puts her feet up on the table, leans back in her chair.
“Yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “I don’t know anything about who her people were, though. I know Burn is two generations down, Birdy wasn’t born Legion but doesn’t remember anything else, no clue on Drummer either.” She shakes her head. “I’ll let them keep their secrets. Watch might not be a Vulture, yet, but she’s growing into one.”
Owl-Eagle nods.
“You know, I think I heard a rumor about one of our Vultures making a run for it. Last I’d heard, no one had dragged her back and crucified her yet, so either it was my mistake in thinking it was her, or she made it out.”
“Which one? Ours-ours, or someone else’s?”
“Ours-ours,” Owl-Eagle replies, grins. “Should have known they couldn’t keep her anywhere she didn't want to be.”
Lucinda laughs.
“How did she do it?”
“They put her on weapons tech, after she showed her Reaver colors, she cobbled together something out of broken parts from other guns and knives. I don’t know the specifics, but knowing her it’s probably still working, even now.”
Lucinda hums. “How long ago did she make it out?”
“Two years, I think it was.” Owl-Eagle closes her book, sets it aside. “It was after the first battle at the Dam, long enough they'd relaxed some of our measures here at home.”
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (58b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-13 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)Owl-Eagle shakes her head. “You’re the closest I’ve seen, aside from our Vulture. Could be others, too, from other groups, but I don’t know any of them well enough to match them to my grapevine reports.”
Lucinda nods, looks away.
They’re both quiet for a long minute, and Lucinda watches her bird prod at the bookshelf, tilt her head one way, then the other.
“We’re leaving today, once everyone is packed up.”
“You’ll be back when?” Owl-Eagle asks.
“A few more towns,” Lucinda replies. “Probably not long, it takes a toll on everyone, and I don’t want to push them too hard.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Owl-Eagle replies, turns to watch Lucinda’s bird hop across the floor.
“Twist would probably punch me again if I tried,” Lucinda replies, and laughs.
“You push your women too hard, I’m not sure you deserve much else.” Owl-Eagle looks over at Lucinda, and they both laugh together.
“But I wanted to come say goodbye before we left.”
“Of course,” Owl-Eagle agrees, drops her feet off the table, hauls herself upright. Lucinda stands, too, and throws herself into Owl-Eagle’s arms, buries her nose in Owl-Eagle’s neck.
“You’ll do us proud yet, Raven,” Owl-Eagle murmurs, runs a hand up and down Lucinda’s back. “You’ll be the last of us standing, and they’ll look at you someday and know that you're one of ours. Some of the women slaves already talk about you, you know?”
“What do they say?” Lucinda asks, inhales the reek of cigarette smoke off Owl-Eagle’s jacket.
“They say the Daughter of Mars doesn't take any shit from the men, so why should they? Most of them are still too afraid to push back, but you can hear in their voices that they’re starting to make plans.”
Lucinda stays silent for a long minute, doesn’t pull away.
“I should get going,” she finally says, pushes away. “I want to leave before noon, and unless I’m over there to keep them going they won’t be packed by then.”
“Do on them” Owl-Eagle agrees. “You stay safe out there, Raven. Don’t let the Legion get to you.”
Lucinda nods and turns away, heads back out the door, bird following behind.
Re: Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (58b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)“What do they say?” Lucinda asks, inhales the reek of cigarette smoke off Owl-Eagle’s jacket.
“They say the Daughter of Mars doesn't take any shit from the men, so why should they? Most of them are still too afraid to push back, but you can hear in their voices that they’re starting to make plans.”
This part honestly made me tear up a little. While there's no doubt that Lucinda's done some terrible things, the fact that she is inspiring hope and maybe even a future rebellion in the Legion women makes me love her even more.
Also her relationship with Owl-Eagle is one of my favorite parts of this story--seeing her be Raven again, in the presence of someone she looks up to, seeing her hug Owl-Eagle like she doesn't want to let go... god, I love mentor relationships between women.