the mods need croissants to properly slapé the hos (bw_mods) wrote in blurred_war, @ 2010-08-22 19:06:00 |
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22 August 1943
Biggest of All Lost Lovers' Spats (BALLS) [01][02][03][04][05][06][07] 26. Olive Hornby (6) and Arsenius Jigger (8) In the first rush of the call to arms, Olive had moved with everyone else, trying not to show how scared she was or how grossly unprepared she felt for this. She was too young to die, she thought as she steeled herself for a moment in the barracks and then headed outside. She didn't want to end up like Addie. She wouldn't end up like Addie. It was the thought of it that kept her moving forward yet wary, watching out for flashes of red uniform as they headed out into position to defend the camp. She had already lost track of Bartlett and Phineas even though she tried to look for them, wanting to make sure they were safe. It was ridiculous the thoughts that came to her mind just then, that she should have kept her brother at home, that neither of them should be here, but it was too late for any of that now. Perhaps later there would be time for regret but now she had to focus on surviving. Olive kissed Arsenius back, her heart stuck like a lump of lead in her throat. His tone served as confirmation for the reality of this even as it reassured her in a way she didn't really understand. If she died, she thought, at least they would be together. But if either of them wanted to survive the only way out of this was to fight. Olive wasn't sure if she was starting to lose feeling or if it just didn't matter anymore, but as the bone twisting curse hit her all she could think was that she just wanted this to be over as the bones in her leg twisted and rendered open her flesh. She wasn't sure she could feel anymore, or if she could think, but suddenly it stopped, leaving only dull awful pain behind it that went up into her stomach and hollowed her out inside. Arsenius. She blinked at him for a moment, her body slowly going into shock as he settled down beside her, and she shook her head as he started talking and starting to cast healing charms, feeling the pain in her chest ease enough that she could breathe a little better, although she was sure the other injuries were severe enough it was going to take some time. It seemed a bit surreal, Desmond thought frantically as he fought his way to the moving barricade they had set up, clambering up and over and dodging as two sections of it snapped together and nearly caught one of his legs with their sharp metal edges. It shot out a jagged piece of rock, and he ducked before coming back up and shooting a stunning spell at the nearest German, then casting a shield charm as he struggled for a spot to make his stand. Despite the preparations there were too few of them to form a united front, and all over the small plain that fanned out from the camp were people locked in combat, the lights of curses and spells flaring up and going out again. He had his healing bag on his back, in case he needed it, but they had been told to defend and so he was in the thick of the fighting, trying to focus on keeping alive, the knowledge that hopefully Violet was in the camp he was helping defend enough to make him determined not to fall this time. He had lost track of how long they'd been fighting, the steady rhythm of attacking and shielding replacing everything else.
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