BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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Fill: Team OC

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In response to the last of last year’s dialogue prompts:

“You ever considered what’d we do after this, assuming we get out of it alive?”

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Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade
Words: 431
Notes: “Back on my bullshit” implies that I was ever off of it in the first place.

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“Have you ever considered what we’d do after this, assuming we get out of it alive?”

You roll over to face Ymira - or her side of the tent, anyway, invisible in the pitch black.

“After…” you trail off, your question implied.

“After the war. After the Captain’s house is restored. After the raids have stopped. After… everything, really. What comes next?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought that far ahead.”

It was the truth. Ymira doesn’t respond, though, so after a moment you continue.

“It’s never made sense to plan, anyway. I had plans for my life when I was taken by slavers. You can guess how much good that did me.”

“Did you want to…”

She hesitates.

“Ask me,” you say. “You know I don’t mind, not from you.”

“Is this anything like what you wanted, before? When you were little?”

You laugh. “Not in the slightest. My mother was a weaver. I thought I’d grow up to be just like her, when I wasn’t dreaming of being a noble lady in Praven. Those were just dreams, though.”

“You could still be a noble lady,” Ymira responds. She’s too far to elbow you, but you can hear the tease in her voice.

“That would require the Captain to notice me, and then choose me. It’s not happening.”

“She chose you once already, didn’t she?”

“She chose us both as her honor guard,” you reply. “That’s different. And besides, you’re the daughter of a wealthy merchant. I’m a peasant turned escaped slave. Can you imagine her choosing me over you?”

“Runaway daughter of a wealthy merchant. She’s already made enough enemies by taking me in. You were her first companion. You’ve stood by her since the beginning. Give yourself some credit.”

You both lie in silence for a moment.

Finally: “When this is all over, I want to open a shop in Veluca. I’ll trade in silks and wines, and I’ll send caravans to the Khergits to import spices. You can come visit me there. I’ll keep teaching you to read, and if you’re nice enough I might even make you my agent in whatever city the Captain stations you.”

“Still on your bullshit about me winning over the Captain.”

Her laugh is high, clear, weightless. “Well, it’s not like you’re planning anything different, are you? Maybe you can convince her to visit me as well.”

You hear a rustle, and then she’s in your bunk, same as she was the night before.

“Put your arm around me, Deshavi. You know I don’t like to sleep alone.”

You do.