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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (7/?)
Date: 2016-02-26 02:38 pm (UTC)Vulpes is in what used to be Caesar’s tent, maps spread across all available surfaces. A praetorian and a dog sit in one corner, the praetorian sharpening his machete on a whetstone, the dog watching Lucinda walk across the center of the tent, her head high, her shoulders back.
“Vulpes Inculta,” she greets the man in question, his back turned to the entrance.
“Hello, courier,” he replies. His voice still makes her skin crawl.
“You only gave me nine of the ten women I requested. I have a specific request for the tenth.”
“Then speak,” he replies. Still doesn't look up from his maps. He has a point marked with one finger, another finger in an open book next to the map.
“Siri, the woman at the bar.”
“The one with medical training?” Vulpes asks. Pauses. “You request her?”
“Yes,” Lucinda replies. “With two pregnant women, and the nature of our assignment, I want her as the tenth member. There are several other doctors in the Mojave, if you need recommendations of who to bring back here to fill her place.”
Vulpes looks up, turns. Lucinda can’t see his eyes behind the tinted goggles, but his mouth draws tight.
“Leave a list of names and locations, and your request is granted.”
Lucinda nods, and digs for a pencil and paper in her pockets.
“You’re with us,” Lucinda says, bounces up to Siri’s counter. Pregnant Teen has a plate of roasted brahmin in front of her, sliced yucca fruits arranged next to it, half an apple to round out the plate. “Request has been granted.” She grinning, wide and easy, and Siri breaks into a grin too.
“What should I bring?” she asks, turns to look at her workspace. Dusts her hands across the front of her dress, scowls down at them when they come away with faint red streaks.
“Whatever doctoring things you have,” Lucinda instructs, leans on the counter. “And any extra clothes. Anything you want to keep, that doesn’t weigh too much.”
“I don’t have anything that weighs much,” Siri replies. “Am I--are we going right now?”
“As soon as possible. You should come back with us, and then we’ll see how quickly we can get everyone else arranged and moving. We’ll be leaving tomorrow, most likely, with the sun going down.” Lucinda nods toward the sunset, where it’s turning the sky purple. “So we’ll spend tonight here, getting arranged, and then we’ll be moving before the sun is up tomorrow morning.”
Siri nods, turns to grab her doctor’s bag. The leather is cracking, and one of the handles has been both repaired and reattached with duct tape.
“I’m ready to go,” she says, hefts her bag higher in one hand. She grins, after a moment, and Lucinda grins back.
“Hey, Little Bird,” Lucinda says, directs it at Pregnant Teenager. “Let’s go. You can finish eating back at the tent, we'll all eat.”
“Little Bird?” she asks, even as she stands and picks up her plate.
Lucinda startles, stares for a moment.
“Sorry, name I picked up a long time ago as an endear--” she stops. “Is there a name you’d rather go by?”
Pregnant Teen ducks her head, shuffles her feet around in the dirt. Looks bashful.
“I like that one,” she says.
“Little Bird?” Lucinda asks, raises one eyebrow. Turns to go back to the tent, waves the other two along, urges Siri to go in front of her as she walks at--Little Bird’s--side.
“Well, maybe not all of it,” Little Bird says. Rests one hand on her stomach, balances her plate on her other hand.
“Birdy?” Lucinda asks. “You look like you could be a ‘Birdy,’ with that nose.”
“It’s not a birdy nose,” Siri responds. “That’s the sort of adjective you keep for that other woman you left with, earlier, the pregnant one.”
“Dredge,” Lucinda agrees. “Fair enough.” She surveys Birdy’s face, squints a little. “But it’s a cute name, and a cute nose.”
Birdy laughs, has to turn her head.
“I like it,” she says. “It’s a good name.”
Lucinda laughs and smiles, digs her hands into her pockets and hums to herself as they walk.
Re: Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (7/?)
Date: 2016-02-28 06:20 pm (UTC)Eagerly awaiting more!