"I'd kill any of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat."
"I know. Please don't."
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Ship: Deshavi/Ymira, from Mount & Blade Words: 336 Notes: My crack-est of ships. CW for brief, oblique mention of sexual assault.
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“They’re looking at you, you know.”
“I know,” you sigh. Deshavi would notice that, of course she would. And she wouldn’t shut up about it either.
“The Captain never should have agreed to pardon the bandits in exchange for their swords,” Deshavi continued. “We’d be better off fighting on our own, even outnumbered. We can make the village defensible, scrounge up arms for the people. It’s been done before.”
“I know,” you repeat. “You said that already.”
She doesn’t listen, or maybe she doesn’t care. “Never invite a fox to do a dog’s job. They can’t fight wolves, and they’ll eat the chickens while you’re not looking.”
“You’ve said that, too. And besides,” you let a tease into your voice, “foxes are cute. Nothing like these ugly bastards.”
“They won’t stop staring,” Deshavi says again. “They’re not used to seeing women at arms. And I’m old and ugly enough, but you? There’s only one thing they think about doing to you.”
“You’re, what, twenty-five? That’s not old. And you’re not ugly either.”
To that, she just grunts.
“Besides, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us now.”
“You’re goddamn right they won’t dare do anything to us now. I’d kill any one of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat.”
“I know. Please don’t.”
“It would be so easy. We have them surrounded. We have them outnumbered. We can get the drop on them in an instant.”
“The Captain swore an oath.”
“The Captain swore an oath, but I sure as hell didn’t.”
“The Captain swore an oath on all of our behalf,” you continue. “If they fight the Nord slavers and live, and if they renounce banditry forever, we’ll let them walk free, unmolested.”
Even without looking, you can hear Deshavi’s glower.
“She never swore that we had to fight beside them, though. If the Nords get to them first, well, better them than us, right?”
You’re satisfied at winning the argument, but even that can’t match the satisfaction in Deshavi’s voice as she responds: “Right.”
Fill: Team OC
"I'd kill any of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat."
"I know. Please don't."
——
Ship: Deshavi/Ymira, from Mount & Blade
Words: 336
Notes: My crack-est of ships. CW for brief, oblique mention of sexual assault.
——
“They’re looking at you, you know.”
“I know,” you sigh. Deshavi would notice that, of course she would. And she wouldn’t shut up about it either.
“The Captain never should have agreed to pardon the bandits in exchange for their swords,” Deshavi continued. “We’d be better off fighting on our own, even outnumbered. We can make the village defensible, scrounge up arms for the people. It’s been done before.”
“I know,” you repeat. “You said that already.”
She doesn’t listen, or maybe she doesn’t care. “Never invite a fox to do a dog’s job. They can’t fight wolves, and they’ll eat the chickens while you’re not looking.”
“You’ve said that, too. And besides,” you let a tease into your voice, “foxes are cute. Nothing like these ugly bastards.”
“They won’t stop staring,” Deshavi says again. “They’re not used to seeing women at arms. And I’m old and ugly enough, but you? There’s only one thing they think about doing to you.”
“You’re, what, twenty-five? That’s not old. And you’re not ugly either.”
To that, she just grunts.
“Besides, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us now.”
“You’re goddamn right they won’t dare do anything to us now. I’d kill any one of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat.”
“I know. Please don’t.”
“It would be so easy. We have them surrounded. We have them outnumbered. We can get the drop on them in an instant.”
“The Captain swore an oath.”
“The Captain swore an oath, but I sure as hell didn’t.”
“The Captain swore an oath on all of our behalf,” you continue. “If they fight the Nord slavers and live, and if they renounce banditry forever, we’ll let them walk free, unmolested.”
Even without looking, you can hear Deshavi’s glower.
“She never swore that we had to fight beside them, though. If the Nords get to them first, well, better them than us, right?”
You’re satisfied at winning the argument, but even that can’t match the satisfaction in Deshavi’s voice as she responds: “Right.”