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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (6b/?)
Date: 2016-02-26 02:35 pm (UTC)Pregnant Teen Follows her out of the tent, past Drummer, Runner, Burn, and Twitchy Hands, who are rolling dice next to a number board drawn in the dirt, past Dredge and Twist sitting together by the door, voices low but not stopping even as Lucinda walks close.
The two of them wind past the training yard--one of the boys even salutes at her, and she nods in acknowledgement--and over to Siri’s bar.
It’s the middle of the afternoon, so there’s only one ‘patron’, at one of the tables nearer the fire, and Siri is leaning on the countertop, rubbing her eyes and sighing.
“Hey, Siri,” Lucinda murmurs, slides onto a stool. She glances at Pregnant Teen, pats the stool next to herself. “How would you like a different job?”
“Depends,” Siri replies, turns her head just far enough to get one eye on Lucinda. “How many legionaries am I going to have to pour drinks for?”
“Absolutely none,” Lucinda replies, leans forward. “We need a doctor. Vulpes only brought me nine of the ten women I asked for. I think I can make a good case for having you come along, especially since there are more doctors in the area they can draft.” Lucinda leans forward more, drops her voice low. “We have two pregnant women, we need a doctor. With what we’re supposed to be doing, we’ll need a doctor for more than just births, too.”
Siri leans back, drops her hands from her face. Lucinda sits back, too, folds her fingers around the hem of her shirt. After a moment, she reaches up, removes her sunglasses, and hooks them over her shirt collar.
“Don't you flash those big blue eyes at me,” Siri replies, grins as she turns around to grab a pitcher of water. She pours two glasses, sets them in front of the other women. “If you can convince him, I’ll come. If you can’t, I’ll…” she trails off, looks toward the arena. There are dogs yelping, and someone yells, and then there’s a scream. The yelping stops, replaced by growls and barks, the snap of a bone and tear of flesh and a long, human wail. “I’ll manage,” she finally finishes, looks back down at her countertop. Presses her palms into the splintery wood, then her fingertips.
“Okay,” Lucinda agrees, reaches up, brushes her fingertips across Siri’s knuckles before she pulls back, casts a speedy glance at Pregnant Teen. “By the way, Siri, this is, uh.” Lucinda pauses. “Well, she didn’t give me her name. But she’s part of my team, and I wanted you to meet each other.”