shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-24 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: d.gray-man, pairing: anita/miranda |
d.grayman, Miranda/Anita
Title: Riding Out the Storm
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Miranda Lotte, Anita
Rating: PG
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Miranda Lotte and Anita with the title, "Riding out the Storm."
The girl gasped and trembled in the heat of something like fever, face ghastly pale and the shadows beneath her eyes bruise-deep.
Anita smoothed a hand over her brow before she wrung out the cool cloth, biting her lip and looking out the small round window. The day was darkening, evening streaking exotically bright across the sky.
Not quite sleep—Miranda had kept herself from sleep for hours now, and Rinali had left briefly seeking something to ease her, cool water and soft cloths—but she lay still, head in Anita’s lap as she shivered softly, shoulders jerking under the weight of the blanket, eyelids fluttering fitfully as she clung to consciousness.
Anita wondered if it hurt her, closed her hands until her nails sank into her palms. It was a tragic thing, this poor child so small and helpless in the grip of the pain. Miranda was around Rinali’s age, but the other exorcist seemed so much older, perhaps because she was so much more accustomed to ill use.
When she smoothed dark curls back from the sweat-damp forehead, she felt them sodden with it but Miranda stirred and then settled, her shivering easing slightly.
Such a fragile life, but still there. Soon those living would be carried to safety while they sank in the cold slow wash of waves, eternally kept.
Anita didn’t play games with nobility and bravery and concepts of courage no doubt invented by men or women with soft hands who had never been near a battlefield or watched a well loved life slip from the eyes of a man they held in their hands.
In the end, all her unanswered questions had narrowed down to hope.
She bent and kissed Miranda’s forehead, lips brushing damp skin. “It’s all right.” She whispered. “Soon. Soon it will be all right.”
Then she rose and went to finish preparations.