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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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Fill: Team OC
Words: 337
Notes: This is part five of a six-part story.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 6
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On the one hundred twenty-seventh day of the siege, a soldier is executed.
His bunkmate had died in the night, and when they prepared his body for burning, they found that part of his flesh had been cut away. It had been done after death and hastily hidden, and there had been only one plausible culprit. They didn't bother extracting a confession.
You don't attend the hanging - you are on duty with Deshavi at the walls, watching the Swadians behind their fieldworks - but it's impossible not to see or hear.
"I don't like it," Deshavi tells you.
You tilt your head in acknowledgement, waiting for her to explain.
"I'm not saying it's right. Gods help us, nothing is right in this hellhole. But he's not a murderer. Flog him, maybe, but leave it at that."
She glances around. You are alone.
"The man was starving. Surely we can all understand that, can’t we? We’re all desperate, every one of us. He tried to survive the only way he could, without hurting anyone else, and now he’s dead too. It’s not right.”
“The law is the law,” you tell her, “starvation or no.”
“Are you saying that as my Captain, or are you saying that as yourself?”
You look out at the Swadian camp without answering.
After a minute’s silence: “If I die before you -” Deshavi begins.
“You’re not going to die in this castle.”
“We both know you can’t promise me that,” Deshavi says. “If I die here, and you’re still alive, I don’t want you to let me go to waste. Take something they won’t notice - my tongue, maybe. It’s not like I’ll be using it anymore.”
For one hundred twenty-seven days, you have not broken. But you have cracked. You can feel another crack split your soul here and now.
You kneel, feel her startle as you take her hand, feel her tremble as you kiss her knuckles, one by one.
You finish the watch together. Neither of you speaks again.