Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in recruited_logs, @ 2011-03-23 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lily evans, malcolm reynolds |
RP: Two More Days
Characters: Lily, Mal
Time/Date: Wednesday evening
Location: Field camp near enemy territory
Warnings/Rating: Low, probably?
Summary: Lily reflects, misses Milton, and bothers Mal
Status: Complete
Lily was stretched out on her back on her sleeping bag, already dressed in her night uniform since she had first watch. It was her downtime right now though, and she was watching a holographic recording she'd made of Milton. She could hear her own laughter as her lover made a series of ridiculous faces at the camera for her.
"Are you going to turn that thing off?" He gestured toward the camera before he pulled another face.
"Maybe," Lily replied. "What do I get out of it if I do?"
"You have to ask?" Milton's hands moved to the buttons of his shirt and he waggled his eyebrows toward her.
"Say it again," Lily prompted. "Then I'll turn it off."
"I love you," Milton said quietly, sincerely, his eyes flicking from her to the camera. The image faded, and Lily was presented with a prompt: Play Again Y/N?
Lily exhaled softly and pressed 'N', because she didn't want to wear the recording out. It had lasted her for the past nineteen days, and she hoped if she forgot to make a new one for her next field mission, it would last her twenty-three more. In just two more days, she'd see him again. See him, be with him.
There were times she felt a little like a lovesick puppy when she was away from him, and she wondered if he felt the same when he was out on the field without her. They'd been together for five months though, and she supposed he must miss her at least a little when he was gone. Lily reflected back to the early days, when he was new to the Compound. There'd been a little buzzing about his arrival; he was one of the few who'd arrived after he'd died. Apparently it was a matter of 'your reality may vary', because Lily didn't think a dead person could walk out of Hell in her world. But maybe; what did she know?
She wished she could talk to him now, but they were in the field and entirely too close to the enemy to risk communication to base. Their only communications were brief and between their communicators.
They weren't expecting any real fighting; this was more or less a 'babysit the techies' mission. The hackers had decided they needed to get closer to the compound to read the signals with less interference, and they'd been granted permission. So a small contingent of Front Lines had gone out to keep an eye on them in case things got ugly.
In two days a second set of front liners would come out. She already knew Milton wouldn't be among those because she'd checked the duty roster, so at the very least they'd have three weeks together; longer, if he wasn't on the third wave. If there was a third wave. She'd heard the techies were almost done, so their second wave might come home early.
Moving off her sleeping bag, Lily tucked the viewer away in her pack before she pulled her boots on. Ensuring that her wand was tucked into the sheath on her arm, she pushed open the flap of the tent and eased out. She grimaced slightly at the smell in the air; the tent did a good job of keeping the sulfur-scented air out.
Lifing a hand, Lily made sure he hair was tucked beneath the dark cap before she made her way toward the central area of the camp. She moved with a trained step, rolling her feet to minimize the noise she made. When she reached the center, she looked around for someone to talk to before watch began, and she smiled as her emerald eyes set on Mal. "Evening, captain," she greeted him as she strolled over.