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mylittleficlet asked and I felt inspired, here is another tiny installment in Edmund and Ginny Go to Harfang. :)
Written 5/28/17 formylittleficlet, in response to the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genprompt_bingo square trust. (200 words exactly)
[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Into the Rift
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"Do you trust me!" Ginny shouted, her voice barely audible over the chaos of the battle though her mouth was barely a foot from Edmund's ear, her back pressed against his own as they retreated, sideways, toward the magical gateway in the heart of the underground city, a trail of bodies (hexed and injured, but hopefully not dying; no one should die fighting bespelled for a cause not their own) slumped groaning in their wake.
"I should think that was obvious by now!" Edmund shouted back, as he feinted sideways with his dagger (his shield long-since a casualty of one of the Earthmen's spears) and kicked aside the horned and feathered gnome whose halberd had come dangerously close to both of them; "What do you need me to do?"
Rather than answer, Ginny shouted something in the bastardized Latin she used for spells, and in the sudden pause as the earth shook and split with a great blast of heat and light, she turned to Edmund with a grin as wild and sharp as the scent rising from the chasm: fruit and flowers and iron molten in the forge.
"Jump!" she said, and pulled him with her over the edge.
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End of Ficlet
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You know, I am starting to doubt that they'll get to Harfang on time... (Especially given the next prompt and idea I have for this AU. *evil grin*)
Written 5/28/17 for
genprompt_bingo square trust. (200 words exactly)[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Into the Rift
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"Do you trust me!" Ginny shouted, her voice barely audible over the chaos of the battle though her mouth was barely a foot from Edmund's ear, her back pressed against his own as they retreated, sideways, toward the magical gateway in the heart of the underground city, a trail of bodies (hexed and injured, but hopefully not dying; no one should die fighting bespelled for a cause not their own) slumped groaning in their wake.
"I should think that was obvious by now!" Edmund shouted back, as he feinted sideways with his dagger (his shield long-since a casualty of one of the Earthmen's spears) and kicked aside the horned and feathered gnome whose halberd had come dangerously close to both of them; "What do you need me to do?"
Rather than answer, Ginny shouted something in the bastardized Latin she used for spells, and in the sudden pause as the earth shook and split with a great blast of heat and light, she turned to Edmund with a grin as wild and sharp as the scent rising from the chasm: fruit and flowers and iron molten in the forge.
"Jump!" she said, and pulled him with her over the edge.
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End of Ficlet
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You know, I am starting to doubt that they'll get to Harfang on time... (Especially given the next prompt and idea I have for this AU. *evil grin*)
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Date: 2017-05-31 01:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-05-31 02:49 am (UTC)(True fact: I am contemplating precisely how ridiculous I can get with these detours before I eventually relent and let them get to Harfang. I have some plans. >:D )