Pull me through [Ensi & OC]
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roesslyngTitle: Pull me through
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairing: Ensi & Myrsky (OC)
Rating: 10+
Length: 200 words
Summary: She isn't here for a lecture. But if it's short, she'll put up with it.
Other: Prompt was "Ensi - Close encounters of the troll kind"
Pull me through
"You should be more careful," Myrsky says. "It could have taken your arm off, you know."
Ensi grunts acknowledgement. Says nothing else. She doesn't want to explain herself, can't be bothered. She'll write down the details in her logbook. Later. When this business is done.
The needle slips in, then out, then in again.
She's right. Ensi knows it. What Myrsky says is right. This could have been far worse. If the troll had been closer. The wound deeper. If she'd lost more blood. Or – well. Anything.
It hurts.
And I liked that coat, Ensi thinks. But it's a neat wound, as far as these things go. Not ragged as some of the ones she's seen. And she hauled her ass to get it looked after right quick, so who's to complain?
And – most importantly – she got rid of the troll that did it.
That's one thing less to worry about.
Good enough.
Ensi watches Myrsky. Watches the way she dips her head, features drawn tight in the candle's light as she concentrates on her work.
She waits for more words, more scolding. But nothing comes.
Maybe it'll come later, when the stitches are finished.
Or maybe she's said enough.
Fandom: Stand Still Stay Silent
Characters/Pairing: Ensi & Myrsky (OC)
Rating: 10+
Length: 200 words
Summary: She isn't here for a lecture. But if it's short, she'll put up with it.
Other: Prompt was "Ensi - Close encounters of the troll kind"
Pull me through
"You should be more careful," Myrsky says. "It could have taken your arm off, you know."
Ensi grunts acknowledgement. Says nothing else. She doesn't want to explain herself, can't be bothered. She'll write down the details in her logbook. Later. When this business is done.
The needle slips in, then out, then in again.
She's right. Ensi knows it. What Myrsky says is right. This could have been far worse. If the troll had been closer. The wound deeper. If she'd lost more blood. Or – well. Anything.
It hurts.
And I liked that coat, Ensi thinks. But it's a neat wound, as far as these things go. Not ragged as some of the ones she's seen. And she hauled her ass to get it looked after right quick, so who's to complain?
And – most importantly – she got rid of the troll that did it.
That's one thing less to worry about.
Good enough.
Ensi watches Myrsky. Watches the way she dips her head, features drawn tight in the candle's light as she concentrates on her work.
She waits for more words, more scolding. But nothing comes.
Maybe it'll come later, when the stitches are finished.
Or maybe she's said enough.
