YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

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For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!

This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.

This round will end on June 16th.

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.

You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:

PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

for your fill post title, please use the following format:

FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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PROMPT: TEAM OC- Moon

[sapphicam]

“Please … don’t leave me”

FILL: TEAM OC MOON

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Ship: OC/OC

Words: 817

This is chapter 2 out of 4 in a series! AO3 for all chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56401327/chapters/143310463

Previous chapter: https://yurishippingolympics.dreamwidth.org/3182.html?thread=309358#cmt309358

THE SECOND DAY

The girl was called Hyacinth.

Hyacinth wrapped Antigone in fabric to protect her from the dawning sun as they traveled. It was the first time she could remember being out in the daylight without burning alive, and though she welcomed it, the thought that the flick of a cloth would be all it took to plunge her back into that Hell kept her tense the whole ride.

Though she kept quiet, Hyacinth filled the silence. She was a merchant, traveling to collect exotic treasures to sell at a price befitting the effort of bringing them home: fabrics in rare, bright colors, the seeds of fruits and vegetables too fickle to make the journey in their fully-realized forms, strange metalwork contraptions intended for restraining a demon, glittering jewels and sweet honey and rich oil and wines the likes of which Antigone was sure she hadn’t drank when she still could–and now, her.

“Not that you’ll be sold,” Hyacinth was quick to assure her, “Rather, your knowledge.”

Antigone’s voice came muffled through her protective covering. “My knowledge?”

“Why, who better to teach the secrets of the creatures of the night than one such creature herself? What you have is priceless, you know. You could find yourself training royal guards back home, a pretty penny indeed. All yours, of course. I’d not take from one who has nothing.”

The cloth rustled threateningly around Antigone as she dared to curl up. “I don’t care for guards.”

“Then you will tell me all you know, and I will sell your knowledge in your place,” Hyacinth amended. “You will make me your pupil, and in turn, I will care for your every need. You needn’t so much as look at anyone you disdain.” When Antigone did not answer, she continued: “Linen and lambs’ blood, it all awaits you when we arrive home.”

Antigone did not have much in the way of knowledge, and without revealing that, she couldn’t know whether a mere demonstration of her hunting methods was what Hyacinth valued so highly, or whether she expected something more.

But Antigone was no mindless animal. She waited until dusk, when Hyacinth broke for camp and announced they were done traveling for the night. “I’ll admit, I’ve never felt so safe. Wolves would think twice rather than attack a vampyre and her companion.”

“Companion,” Antigone echoed under her breath. She shrugged off the fabric, emerging into the night. “I must hunt.”

“There’s no need.” Hyacinth took her hand once more, soft fingers curling over sharp claws, and led her to the mule at the wagon’s front. “Barosus won’t mind much, I imagine, so long as you’re gentle and leave her enough for tomorrow’s journey.”

Antigone had risked her life for less. One could never know how fiercely a sheep would be guarded, or if a lone night-wandering child would be missed. Humans could be fiercely protective of such things, and often woke in the night. Yet here this merchant was, offering her own blood and her steed’s all in the span of two nights.

“Thank you.” The words felt foreign on her tongue. She expected that if Hyacinth’s treatment did not change, they would quickly become routine.

Hyacinth rewarded her with a glowing smile. “It wouldn’t do to keep my vampyre unfed, now would it?”

As she drank from the mule, which only stepped nervously in protest, Hyacinth set up camp. There was only one mat, but Antigone did not mind. She had never used one, and welcomed soft earth over the floor of the cage she’d been trapped in over the past years.

“Come,” Hyacinth called when she finished, patting the mat.

“It’s not for you?” she asked.

Hyacinth laid down on it. “There is enough room for two, if you lay close beside me.”

Antigone scoffed, but obeyed. “You wish to be informed if I attempt to leave.”

“Perhaps,” Hyacinth admitted bashfully, “My only method of keeping you here is my words. Should you forgo me, I’d at least like an opportunity to use them.”

She wrapped her arms around her, Hyacinth’s stomach pressed against Antigone’s back. “Sleep. I will not let the sun or anything else touch you.”

Antigone had never had aid before. Somehow, illogical though it was, Hyacinth’s embrace felt safer than the damp dark of a cave.

“What happens when I have nothing more to offer you?” she asked.

Hyacinth smiled against her ear. “Then you’ll have a choice. You can either stay, or go.”

It should have been harder to say than it was. She was a creature of pride. But her years in the cage had made her brittle, and she no longer had the patience for such things. “Please… don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Antigone felt the brush of lips against her cheek. A kiss, just barely. “Rest, now.”

For the only time in her second life, she slept soundly.