So... I'll likely switch my other lists into a theme challenge but yes... I'm going to attempt Ferret's one hundred theme challenge. Some things will be marked as Spoiler... because considering the setting, they might squick someone.
You been warn... read at your own risk. I will attempt to keep things to a min
Hollin 1,4 Oliver, 2, 5 Saain 3, 6
Prompt One Hopeless - Isn't this a cheery prompt. Oliver Miracle - Saain Weyrling (Switched to apprentice) - Hollin Hollin: 34: Sea, 89. Fear,49. Joy 7. Journeyman Oliver: 6. Apprentice, 77. Music
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 7:21 pm
Hopeless Someone gets stabbed
Poor dimglow. Oliver frowned, green eyes lingering over the bonded young man, old blood stains staining his raw cotton shirt, his eyes nearly swollen shut. Oliver ignored Fadh's bully boys at his back, gesturing at the broken piece of humanity on the unfinished raw wood floors. "What is this?" He knew what it was, it was some poor b*****d that crossed one of the unmarked boundaries. What he was doing here was the real question.
"We found him sneaking about our territory." Fadh replied silkily, flipping a knife idly in hand. "Come here a sec."
"I was busy," Oliver snarked, sauntering up and pushing down the sense of dread. "You can't possibly want me to fix him up." He snorted, warping his general displeasure at being in the gang leaders presence to being disturbed when seeing a patient. He raked his glaze sharply over the man again, noting the possibility of broken fingers from this angle.
"I want you to kill him."
"Wwhy?" Oliver managed to bite down the automatic what, slurring the word just slightly. He couldn't stop the incredulous tone or the way his neck had snapped to Fadh, lounging like a malicious jungle feline. "You have plenty of bully boys to do that sort of work."
"And they are all loyal. Don't you think it is your time to prove your loyalty, Oliver?" Fadh extended the knife. "You have a sibling to look after, Hollin is what eleven or twelve turns now? Saain ran off... how do I know you are not going to betray me like she did?"
"Where could I possibly go?" Oliver asked, barely glancing at the knife. "I can't leave, we both know it."
"Why don't you put my mind at ease then? Or... well I could always have your brother kill him. Sort of cowardly..."
He couldn't remember the thought that made him grab the knife, just that its weight was cool in his hand, heavy and dark. Oliver hmph, correcting his grip on the unwieldy knife unlike the fine precision tools in his craft.
"And this means..."
"You leave my sibling out of it," Oliver bit out, moving jerkily to the man. Fast... carotid artery. Mercy killing, don't blotch it. Oliver felt out the pulsing artery, pushing the head aside and jammed the knife in place, severing the wall, feeling the pop as it give. His stomach dropped, ears ringing as he dropped the body. Blood spray, simple fact and he hadn't taken it in account and now it was on him.
"Very good Oliver."
He shut his eyes, ignoring the thrum of blood and Fadh's body against his back. He was not going to be sick in front of Fadh. Oliver bit his lip, as fingers settled on his neck. "It is always better when I get what I want. Go clean up Oli. We wouldn't want your brother seeing you like this," Fadh muttered in his ear and slowly moved his hands away. ...
Oliver opened his eyes, looking over his hands and clenched them tight. Trap... He stalked off, swallowing hard and refusing to show weakness. Shaffing Trapped.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:30 pm
Miracle
He had Oliver's black hair but her curls. Poor mite. Saain stroked her thumb through the surprising amount of curls on her infant son's head. The midwife had said he would likely lose it all in a few days and she agreed. She had seen plenty of babies born with all styles of hair and they usually lost it all. Perhaps his hair would go from curls to straight.
She stroked the nape of his neck, cuddling the infant. Sunny was a tad small; but, he had all his fingers and toes. His face was a bit smooshed but he had absolutely tiny nose and chubby cheeks. Saain was grateful her son didn't have Oliver's nose. Hopefully he wouldn't grow into it.
It had been a while since she thought about having children. Not, not since Maina death. She had it all planned back then; she would marry her sweetheart, have three kids, raise them with her sister. Now, she was twenty seven and had a child with a young man she would have never given a second glance at.
Hollin stood on the tips of his toes, socks pressing into ends of his solid boots. The boots were new, he had outgrown his old pair and sandals didn't protect his feet during the rainy months. Hollin would likely outgrow his current pair by next turn. It was causing some envy with the group of slum rats he was with, the boots being shiny black leather and bone toggles down the side. They were nice. One of the nicer pairs his brother ever bought him and warm.
He ignored them, tuning out the idle chatter and focused on the area as they wander through the town. The buildings were mostly wood, ranging from flat boat rafts pulled to shore to rough boards, hammered in place with dove tail joints. Straw, mud, and occasional slats covered in rough roofs. The closer to the actual town, the more buildings in stone appeared.
Hollin paused, catching a glimpse of discolored wood. He tipped his head, getting a few other to drift over towards him, giving a few words to the chattered as they moved and he could push his fingers against the wood. Double circles with a plus between them. Positive mark and not one of their marks. They moved off, chattering idly and headed into the inner city.
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