for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!
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yurishippingolympics2024-07-16 11:56 pm
PROMPT: Team OCs (Moon)
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Alestes stands very, very still, but she’s glowering.
Anh grins. “Scared, Lestes?”
“You wish,” Alestes says, and furrows her eyebrows in that way she does where she’d really like to tilt her chin upwards but can’t because there’s an apple on her head.
This is the latest installment in Gammon’s little games, and Anh’s going to win. She doesn’t really give a fuck about the money, or about the lecture Gammon had held forth among a crowd of pirates about noble Odysseus and his quest to eliminate all his suitors — Anh’s never been a history girl. Especially not Greek history.
What she does like is the opportunity to see Alestes like this: furious, immobile, and entirely at Anh’s mercy.
She twirls the knife a little more, and watches a little bit of terror spark in Alestes’s eyes before it’s smothered again. Her grin widens.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!” someone calls on the sidelines — Kyle’s parrot. Anh briefly considers chucking the knife in that direction instead.
She can do this, she tells herself, eyeing the bloodred target upon Alestes’s head. She could do this in her sleep. Knives are second nature to her, even when they’re on a ship in the middle of a rocking ocean. Maybe especially then.
It’s just — if she messes up, Alestes —
Won’t be around to fight with anymore.
“Just do it, Annie,” Alestes says, then narrows her eyes at her. “Unless you’re the one who’s scared?”
And in that instant, Anh throws.
Alestes freezes. Good. The knife sails through the air and —
Crunch.
The apple falls neatly in twain.
Her fellow pirates fall into an uproar behind her, but Anh stays still. Lifts her chin.
Alestes stares back at her, silent. The apple lays at her feet.
“Told you I could do it,” Anh says, then winces. Her one-liners are usually better than that. She doesn’t want to imply she has anything to prove to Alestes.
“Hm,” Alestes says.
“What?”
Alestes pauses again, and then — smiles at her. It’s crooked and slight and lovely. Anh’s breath stops somewhere in her throat.
“Must’ve been luck,” Alestes says. “Luck and the wind.”
It takes Anh a second to realize she’s insulting her, but leaping over to punch her in the nose shuts her up. Alestes shoves her in the shoulder and Anh lets herself grin for real when she dodges her right hook.
Fuck Gammon. This is the kind of competition she likes.
FILL: Team Kittyuri