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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (37/?)
Date: 2016-04-01 01:49 pm (UTC)They send Dredge to find her, when they’ve marked the houses and taken what they want, Drummer has headed back to camp with Photo, Twist and Runner sit out on the general store’s porch, Twist with her switchblade out, Runner jangling Burn’s dice in her hands.
“Hey, Boss.” Dredge’s voice is low, rough, friendly. “Reeks like a fuckin’ ashtray back here.”
Lucinda snorts and continues smoking.
“Look, Boss.” Dredge lowers herself to the ground next to Lucinda, picks her knees up and rests her forearms across them, dangles her hands out in front of herself. She looks off at the horizon. Lucinda follows her gaze. “We both got shit to say to each other, you to me and me to you, and I think what you wanna say you wanna say in front of everyone else, right?” She glances over. Lucinda nods. “And what I got to say to you I don’t think I wanna talk about here when you still got six corpses laying in the middle of the street, so I wanna say it back at camp. Doc’s gonna be worried about you because she always is, Birdy is gonna wanna know especially if Photo starts talking, and everyone else needs out of this fucking town.” Dredge pauses, picks at a hangnail. “The doors on the barn should hold for the day it’ll take of ‘em to move in. We aren’t needed here.”
“Still don’t like leaving before the job is all done,” Lucinda murmurs. Her raven croaks on the roof above her.
“They're all too scared to do anything, Boss, ain’t no reason to worry.”
Lucinda snorts, shakes her head, stubs out her cigarette.
“Let’s go. Get everyone together, get whatever you’re taking.”
“Got it, Boss.” Dredge nods, hauls herself to her feet, resettles El in her sling.