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Jul. 13th, 2020 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This drabble is for
nyctanthes who requested: The Witcher, Calanthe. My favorite battle.
Calanthe's favorite battle is always the battle she has just won. Every victory supplants the last. She stands on the battlefield surrounded by the corpses of her enemies. Her muscles are sore, the clothes under her armor stiff with dried blood. She sits on the dais, and every little pissant lord who didn't want a woman on the throne simpers and flirts and curries her favor. Calanthe has had to struggle for the power she wields; she has drank and spat and fucked and fought like a man, better than a man, and every single victory is oh so sweet.
And this not-drabble is for
spikedluv who requested: Terminator (movies), Dark Fate!Sarah meets any other Sarah (either in the same 'verse as your 'Fistful of Sarahs' or a different movie Sarah.
"Kyle is still alive in this reality?" Sarah says.
The other Sarah smiles, and she's more beautiful than Sarah ever remembers seeing in the mirror at that age. "Yeah. Some of us get to keep him."
Sarah can't even imagine what her life would have been like if Kyle hadn't died before they had anything to tie them together but sheer survival. She doesn't know anything about him. She doesn't know his favorite color or his birthday or his parents' names. Sarah knows enough about the multiverse now to know that any answers this Sarah's Kyle gives her might not match the Kyle she lost. She thinks she'll ask him anyway.
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Calanthe's favorite battle is always the battle she has just won. Every victory supplants the last. She stands on the battlefield surrounded by the corpses of her enemies. Her muscles are sore, the clothes under her armor stiff with dried blood. She sits on the dais, and every little pissant lord who didn't want a woman on the throne simpers and flirts and curries her favor. Calanthe has had to struggle for the power she wields; she has drank and spat and fucked and fought like a man, better than a man, and every single victory is oh so sweet.
And this not-drabble is for
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"Kyle is still alive in this reality?" Sarah says.
The other Sarah smiles, and she's more beautiful than Sarah ever remembers seeing in the mirror at that age. "Yeah. Some of us get to keep him."
Sarah can't even imagine what her life would have been like if Kyle hadn't died before they had anything to tie them together but sheer survival. She doesn't know anything about him. She doesn't know his favorite color or his birthday or his parents' names. Sarah knows enough about the multiverse now to know that any answers this Sarah's Kyle gives her might not match the Kyle she lost. She thinks she'll ask him anyway.