Duncan Darling 😻 Luke Skywalker (rescueyou) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-02-19 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jeanne, c: dorothy darling, c: duncan darling |
WHO: Duncan Kane → Luke Skywalker
WHEN: Saturday, February 16
WHERE: Dunhaven Streets
SUMMARY: A snowball fight reminds Duncan of another battle.
WARNINGS: Dottie Darling used more or less without permission.
Despite the cool weather that morning, Dottie and Duncan had ventured out on foot for brunch at Grandma's. Of course, Dunhaven wasn't that big of a town, overall, so the walk wasn't a terrible one- they had bundled up, too, with him in a leather jacket and oversized scarf and Dottie in a bright pink furry coat. And they'd held hands the whole way there. On the way back- to her house, as they'd decided over brunch- they found what must have been one of the very last large piles of snow in Dunhaven. It had survived the recent warmer days by virtue of its proximity to shade and just generally being piled high enough to withstand longer than others. Dropping Dottie's hand, Duncan had scurried up to the top of it, his boots scrambling in the icy mix at the bottom until he reached the nicer snow up higher. Bending down, his fingers grabbed up a small bit of snow- he tried to ignore the cold- and he formed it into a ball before turning back to face Dottie, who was looking up at him, curiously, from below. "Snowballs at ten paces, what'dya say?" He tossed the snowball from one hand to the next, though each time it lost a little bit of it bulk- and left his hands cold and wet, too. In response, Dottie followed Duncan's lead and climbed up the snow pile, too. As she started to gather up her own ammunition, Duncan headed to the ground, marking out the place for their forthcoming 'duel.' "Watch your back! Fighter's above you, coming in!" Duncan heard the warning in his head, and knew the name of the person who had said it without even consciously being aware of where that knowledge had come from. Wedge Antilles. X-wing pilot. Red Two. Before he could process this, however, a snowball crashed into his right arm. "I'm hit, but not bad." He brushed the snow off his jacket, but even as Duncan glanced around, he could see- Flames. On his ship. "R2, see what you can do with it," he called. "Hang on back there." Duncan dropped his snowball to his feet- it had more or less crumbled by now, anyway. "His computer's off. Luke, you switched off your targeting computer. What's wrong?" Dottie had made her way back down to level ground, but Duncan was laughing by now- trying to tuck that other conversation away into the back of his mind, more than happy to instead concentrate on the person he was actually with, not some fictional space battle. "You're all clear, kid." She crooked his finger toward him, and Duncan was distracted- thinking he'd get a kiss- and not seeing the phone camera timer she'd set up or the snowball she still carried. But she was quick- quicker than he could have expected. He fired. It was only a second or two, and then he knew. He'd done it. Dottie didn't throw the snowball so much as just press it into his face, even as she turned out of the way of her own camera, instead just capturing Duncan's laugh as he tried- unsuccessfully- to avoid her attack. He should have known better. Dottie Darling was not to be underestimated. |