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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (46b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-04-22 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)Dredge shrugs.
“Boss seems to think any of us gives a shit. Twis does, but that's only because Twist don’t like the boss in the first place, and I don’t think she actually gives a shit that the boss and Doc are sharing chairs’n mattresses.” Dredge leans forward on her elbows. “Ain’t kept us up all night, ain’t like Burn’n Drummer’n Runner. Boss had to yell at ‘em one night because we could all hear em.” Dredge bursts into a grin, and Owl-Eagle laughs.
“Why are you telling me this?” Owl-Eagle asks, still smiling, leans forward on one hand. Her eyes drift half-closed.
“Boss ain’t gonna stay at this forever,” Dredge says. “I seen enough girls like her. Seen ‘em go to your sort. I give her shit about her’n the Doc, but she keeps tellin’ me it ain’t true, so maybe she’ll listen to you. Stuff I heard from Doc says maybe she’s got more respect for you’n she has for the rest of us.” Dredge flattens her hands on the tabletop, then picks up her fingers, starts drumming. “And I want outta this. Ain’t never been a people person, ain’t never been able to get people to like me by sayin’ the right things, Doc already don’t like me, ain’t got a chance of convincing the Boss to quit it. You though.” Dredge leans forward a little, stops drumming. “She’s got respect for you.”
“You want me to tell her to quit?”
“If you can, yeah,” Dredge agrees, nods, finally breaks eye contact to look back at the house. “Ain’t good for the kids. Photo, Birdy, Photo’s baby, my baby.” Dredge looks back to Owl-Eagle, shrugs. “Let them outta the Legion, if nothing else.”
“I’m glad you have such faith that she’ll take all of you with her when she goes,” Owl-Eagle murmurs.
Dredge turns her head, looks at Owl-Eagle out of the corner of her eye. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again, before speaking.
“Thought I oughta come tell you all that. Also wanted to maybe get a Legion sort of name for my baby. She’s got her real name and the name I call her around the team, but I figure she oughta have something for a census or something. Figured you’re the one to talk to about that. Thought I should come ask before I brought her over.”
“Of course I can give her a name. Does Birdy need her baby named too?”
Dredge looks back over her shoulder, sighs out her nose.
“If she does, I ain’t doing it for her. Kid still ain't made a decision on some shit. Think she has, but I ain’t gonna assume.”
Owl-Eagle nods.
“You bring your baby over, I’ll give her a name.”
“Be back in just a few,” Dredge agrees, hops up, scoots out the door.