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storypaint) wrote2010-01-05 01:34 pm
storypaint) wrote2010-01-05 01:34 pm
[Discworld] Fighting For (Polly/Mal)
Title: Fighting For
Fandom: Discworld - Monstrous Regiment
Length: 157 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Monstrous Regiment, Polly/Mal, I'm not leaving till the battle's over
Pairing: slight Polly/Mal
Other: PG for dark/death themes.
Excerpt: Mal saw Polly fall but she couldn't spare a second to think about it.
Mal saw Polly fall but she couldn't spare a second to think about it. Steel was in her future, from all sides, and she was probably fighting a losing battle but she'd fought more than one of those in her life, and would fight them until they were done and she and Polly could go home to the Duchess and be (not just women, not monsters, not soldiers, just be themselves-- if they could figure out who they still were under all this mud).
She hadn't had coffee since very early that morning, and blood and dirt and human stank in her nose, staining her skin, tracing across her now threadbare uniform; but she fought, she fought for Polly (who she hoped was only sleeping, even if she couldn't really believe that), she fought for her country and she fought for herself, the person whom she found it easiest to believe in-- and so Mal kept going.
Fandom: Discworld - Monstrous Regiment
Length: 157 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Monstrous Regiment, Polly/Mal, I'm not leaving till the battle's over
Pairing: slight Polly/Mal
Other: PG for dark/death themes.
Excerpt: Mal saw Polly fall but she couldn't spare a second to think about it.
Mal saw Polly fall but she couldn't spare a second to think about it. Steel was in her future, from all sides, and she was probably fighting a losing battle but she'd fought more than one of those in her life, and would fight them until they were done and she and Polly could go home to the Duchess and be (not just women, not monsters, not soldiers, just be themselves-- if they could figure out who they still were under all this mud).
She hadn't had coffee since very early that morning, and blood and dirt and human stank in her nose, staining her skin, tracing across her now threadbare uniform; but she fought, she fought for Polly (who she hoped was only sleeping, even if she couldn't really believe that), she fought for her country and she fought for herself, the person whom she found it easiest to believe in-- and so Mal kept going.