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For this bonus round, we're looking for high fantasy prompts & fills!
For reference, high fantasy is defined by being set in an alternative, fictional ("secondary") world, rather than the "real" or "primary" world.
This round will close on August 14th!
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
FILL: Team OC Sun
Date: 2024-08-03 01:09 am (UTC)-
It was one hour before the Coronation tournament.
Leona managed to slip away from the Eos elders. They became too preoccupied with their petty gossip and accusations to notice her. She found herself speed walking to the preparation tends. She looked around for a familiar round crest, and approached the opening of the tent.
She peaked her head inside and saw Diana standing alone. Gold and white armor hung loosely from her body. The metal clanged loudly as Diana moved. The queen was reaching behind her back in awkward angles, an attempt to fasten the armor by herself. After her stunt in the preliminary tournament, most of the kingdom of Eos had abandoned Diana. Elders, family, attendants. Leona was all she had left.
“Diana.”
She paused and turned towards the source of the sound. The two locked eyes, not daring to move a muscle. After an eternity, or perhaps only a few minutes, Diana cleared her throat.
“Leona.”
Leona bit her lip. “Let me help you.”
Diana closed her eyes and nodded silently. Leona fully entered the tent and moved behind Diana. She reached around and grabbed her chest plate. She pressed the plate to Diana’s body, then moved her hands to her back. She pulled on leather straps and slipped them through metal fasteners.
“How does that feel?” Leona asked.
“Good,” Diana replied, “Sturdy.”
Leona tucked the leather straps into the folds of the plate, making the armor look sleek and ornate. She reached down to fasten the leg armor, but instead, her arms wrapped around Diana’s waist. Leona’s fingers felt cold against the metal, but she could still feel the rise and fall of Diana’s abdomen as she breathed.
Diana leaned back into Leona’s embrace. Leona placed her chin on Diana’s shoulder and sighed. They stood there in silence, and eventually their breathing fell into a dichotomic pattern. Diana’s exhale matched Leona’s inhale. Opposites, complimenting each other perfectly.
“Please be careful,” Leona whispered. Her lips brushed against the crook of Diana’s neck.
Diana shivered under Leona’s breath. “I will,” she whispered back.
Leona pressed two small kisses to Diana’s shoulder. She slowly unwrapped her arms from Diana’s torso, and returned to fastening her armor.
Leona was on the last bit of the suit when a head popped into the tent. It was one of the officials for the tournament. “All queens to their designated Coronation entrances in five minutes.”
Leona grabbed the final pieces of the armor, the gauntlets, from the ground.
Diana shook her head, “I can put those on myself.”
“Hush. Let me do this for you.”
Diana opened her mouth to protest, but Leona’s glare quickly shut her up. She grasped Diana’s hand in her own, and ran her thumb across Diana’s knuckles. She slipped on the gauntlets and stepped back.
Leona glanced over Diana’s body. “Do you have your blade?”
Diana walked to the back of the tent and grabbed her long curved blade from the corner. She grasped the handle and pressed the tip to the ground.
Leona exhaled. “Okay. Good luck.”
Diana smiled at her, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you.”
Diana left the tent, and Leona followed. The queen jogged to her Coronation entrance. Leona stood at the entrance to the tent and watched her lover disappear into the stadium. She sat on her knees, closed her eyes, and muttered a prayer to the gods above.