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Jul. 2nd, 2008 08:11 pmIcon drabble fest, open to all comers. Comment here and I'll write summat prompted by your icon. I cannot make any guarantees - some icons are hard, okay? - but I'll do what I can.
You know you waaaaaaaaant to amuse me...
You know you waaaaaaaaant to amuse me...
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Date: 2008-07-02 08:28 pm (UTC)There is something faintly obscene about Famine's slim-line telephone. She knows that these days 'telephone' was archaic, but sometimes that is what you are looking for. Old-fashioned. In the blood.
The last one had called her 'Sir', which had made her laugh with the sharp stutter of machine guns. He's still breathing, just about.
"Attention!" She snaps out, and laughs again as he hauls himself a little further off the horizontal, propping himself up with his gun. He has been standing for - she thinks four days, although it could be longer, and he's parched and fading.
Hours, days and Famine will come, his fingers cool against her desert-dry skin.
The old ways are the best ways.