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tamingthemuseTitle: Desert Escape
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 354 - Mummy
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: original work, so it's mine, except the first line, which is borrowed from Sara Creasy's Song of Scarabaeus.
Summary: Sunniva wasn't enthousiastic about hiking in the sand, but sometimes you don't have a choice.
AN : I tried a writting prompt I came across on Pinterest that said to take a sentence from page 99 of a currently-reading novel and make it the first of a story. So here it is. I had plenty of background ideas for this one, so I might developpe it further here or elsewhere.
Finn pushed a spike into his biceps, discarded the empty, and handed her back the medkit.
"We must keep moving", he stated firmly, never looking at her. Scowling, Sunniva put the medkit back in her bag, and stood up, not too happy about her current situation. As far as she could see, there were desert, and only desert, wide sea of sand whitened by the burning sun. It would still be a few hours before the day star set behind the dunes at their left. Until then, the woman would have to tolerate the warmth and the weariness. Alas for the sand she couldn't do anything until they reach some mildly civilized place. And there was nothing she could do about her grumpy and commanding companion.
They resumed their walking on the crest of a couple of dunes. Finn went first, keeping his cold stare towards the north. He had used his shirt as a turban to protect his head from the cruel sunrays, letting his muscular arms bare. He still had his tank top on, much to Sunniva's annoyance. If she had to suffer him, she would have at least liked to have a look at his – probably – really fine back. Her gaze was instead constantly drawn to the sting marks sprinkled on his right lower arm. She hadn't noticed them at first, but now that she knew of his addiction, it was like the little redish dots were screaming at her for attention.
"It's rude to stare", Finn commented without stopping nor looking in her direction, startling her out of her reflections. She made a sheepish face, feeling like a 5-year-old caught red-handed in the cookie jar. "It's not like there was anything else to look at here", she growled, eyeing the desert still surronding them, full of sand and who knows what else. Finn let a small laugh escaped his lips, taking Sunniva aback. So the man wasn't stern 24/7. Interresting.
"What are you doing in this part of the world ?", he asked lightly. "Obviously you don't like wastelands like this." Sunniva couldn't say the opposite. If there had been an other way to get what she wanted, she wouldn't have set a foot in this barren country. But life being what it was, she could only get it here, and she could only get it in person. "I was looking for something really rare, she simply responded, keeping the mystery high. Call it coquetry, but she liked her cryptical aura.
"As what ?" Finn's tone stayed even, never betraying any kind of interest. Sunniva has learned it didn't mean anything.
"Mummy powder", she said, instinctively reaching for the little glass bottle she still had hanging around her neck, under her top.
"Pretty powerful", he commented, "and pretty illegal, too. Worked a little magic to get it ?"
Sunniva almost stopped walking out of surprised, then smiled. "How long have you known ?", she asked simply.
Finn stayed silent for a few minute before answering : "There is something about you witches that makes you stand out the others. What do you plan to do with it ?"
Sunniva's look got lost it the horizon. "I'm gonna keep a promise I made to a friend a long time ago."
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 354 - Mummy
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: original work, so it's mine, except the first line, which is borrowed from Sara Creasy's Song of Scarabaeus.
Summary: Sunniva wasn't enthousiastic about hiking in the sand, but sometimes you don't have a choice.
AN : I tried a writting prompt I came across on Pinterest that said to take a sentence from page 99 of a currently-reading novel and make it the first of a story. So here it is. I had plenty of background ideas for this one, so I might developpe it further here or elsewhere.
Finn pushed a spike into his biceps, discarded the empty, and handed her back the medkit.
"We must keep moving", he stated firmly, never looking at her. Scowling, Sunniva put the medkit back in her bag, and stood up, not too happy about her current situation. As far as she could see, there were desert, and only desert, wide sea of sand whitened by the burning sun. It would still be a few hours before the day star set behind the dunes at their left. Until then, the woman would have to tolerate the warmth and the weariness. Alas for the sand she couldn't do anything until they reach some mildly civilized place. And there was nothing she could do about her grumpy and commanding companion.
They resumed their walking on the crest of a couple of dunes. Finn went first, keeping his cold stare towards the north. He had used his shirt as a turban to protect his head from the cruel sunrays, letting his muscular arms bare. He still had his tank top on, much to Sunniva's annoyance. If she had to suffer him, she would have at least liked to have a look at his – probably – really fine back. Her gaze was instead constantly drawn to the sting marks sprinkled on his right lower arm. She hadn't noticed them at first, but now that she knew of his addiction, it was like the little redish dots were screaming at her for attention.
"It's rude to stare", Finn commented without stopping nor looking in her direction, startling her out of her reflections. She made a sheepish face, feeling like a 5-year-old caught red-handed in the cookie jar. "It's not like there was anything else to look at here", she growled, eyeing the desert still surronding them, full of sand and who knows what else. Finn let a small laugh escaped his lips, taking Sunniva aback. So the man wasn't stern 24/7. Interresting.
"What are you doing in this part of the world ?", he asked lightly. "Obviously you don't like wastelands like this." Sunniva couldn't say the opposite. If there had been an other way to get what she wanted, she wouldn't have set a foot in this barren country. But life being what it was, she could only get it here, and she could only get it in person. "I was looking for something really rare, she simply responded, keeping the mystery high. Call it coquetry, but she liked her cryptical aura.
"As what ?" Finn's tone stayed even, never betraying any kind of interest. Sunniva has learned it didn't mean anything.
"Mummy powder", she said, instinctively reaching for the little glass bottle she still had hanging around her neck, under her top.
"Pretty powerful", he commented, "and pretty illegal, too. Worked a little magic to get it ?"
Sunniva almost stopped walking out of surprised, then smiled. "How long have you known ?", she asked simply.
Finn stayed silent for a few minute before answering : "There is something about you witches that makes you stand out the others. What do you plan to do with it ?"
Sunniva's look got lost it the horizon. "I'm gonna keep a promise I made to a friend a long time ago."
