Here begins my posting of short crossovers for the 30-days-challenge from fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment, where you’re supposed to mix one of your own creations with different fandoms.
The series I’ve chosen to use is A loyal man. If anyone’s curious, I can give a summary of it, but since I don’t think anyone will acutally read this, I won’t bother with it now XD
I see this mostly as a character development exercise, so I won’t be sad if no one cares ;)
Warnings: brief mention of severe injuries and blood.
The first thing to hit her was the smell of blood.
Dark. Indoors then, or under ground. Cave? No, the floor is too even.
She let the world fade into sight, let her limbs take form properly. She’d made the jump somewhat by the rules, but her haste still hurt like nothing else ever could. Hope Emic and Sen did better.
There’s a chessboard. Her mind focused on it like a lifeline. It was light years better than the sight of the woman sitting next to it. Dead? Doesn’t smell like it. “Can you talk?”
Muffled noise was her only reply.
Right, gagged. How did I not think of that? Maybe because of the spikes sticking out of her stomach. She wasn’t usually this faint of heart. Travel nausea really was more trouble than it was worth. “One of my husbands is a healer - a doctor? - so I know a thing or two about wounds. Mostly because he’s usually patching me up. It’ll probably hurt, but I’ll get you fixed up, all right?”
More muffled noise. Great.
“I’m not looking to hurt you. Hey, why did you kick me?” She rubbed at her bruised shin. “I’m just trying to-“
She threw herself into the shadows, the second she heard a door open. It was easy to put two and two together once she caught sight of the person who’d entered the room. No one looked that happy to see a tied up and bleeding woman unless they were the one’s who’d put her there. Thanks for the warning.
“Hmm, we have a visitor?”
Crap!
“You can come out. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Like you could ever hope to beat me, kid. She did step into what little light there was, making sure to keep the sword at her belt visible.
“Old fashion, are we?” the person said. “Digital, I guess? What’s your name?”
“Aysela, and I’m only answering that question because my guardians raised me to be polite.” She unsheathed her sword. “Whatever yours did to you, it can’t have been pleasant.”
“How rude.” Four red wings sprouted from the kid’s back, tearing the shirt that had covered them to pieces. No feathers, only bulky flesh. In a way, they looked to be infected. “I like your eyes, though. I think I’ll keep them.”
Right. Wasn’t expecting that. Aysela glanced over at the bound woman, who’d begun to squirm the second the wings appeared. There was blood everywhere. Don’t think there’s much I can do for her now. “Thanks, but I like my eyes where they are.”
“Not immortal, then,” the kid said, chin in hand. “You’re something new. I like that. What are you doing now?”
Aysela pulled her thoughts back. They’re not here. Which means I don’t have to stay either. Sorry about this. She gave the bound woman one last glance, and then she jumped.
