Nighttime drabbles
A mini introduction to several of the Golden Bonded - a series of snapshots based around the same prompt. I like doing things like this, so you may well see stuff like this again. Enjoy!
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It was a quiet night.
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One militiaman in practical leather armour leant on the balustrade at the side of stone bridge, looking out at the quiet rippling water with a smile, closing their eyes to tap the sturdy stone underneath them. Yeah, nature was nice and the trees and grass were pretty enough but... he turned to look at the buildings, a myriad of tiny pinpricks of light.
He smiled. Yeah. This was his city.
He started walking again.
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The wind was attempting to pull the last few leaves off the trees as the Lady sat at her desk, her pencil dipping rhythmically as she paused to look outside at the night with a smile. She closed as her shoulders relaxed, a faint smile creeping to her lips as she stood and extinguished the candle.
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The priest gently stroked his lover's hair, smiling fondly down at the resting man and feeling something not unlike a purr stir in his heart. He dipped his head slightly to plant a gentle kiss on his lover's head before settling back again, relaxing with a slight smile.
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The wemic's tail twitched slightly to support the small child better against her and the chair leg as she sewed, careful attention on her needle and thread as she formed the small symbol on the vest, one eye on the rest of the room and the sleeping refugees as she worked.
Her people. Maybe not for long, but hers for now. She let that protectiveness fill her, weaving itself through her thread and glimmering at her fingertips.
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The wind caught moon-bright hair, making the messy white strands fly out to the side from where the man was perched on a telephone pole, an easy relaxed crouch as he scanned the streets around them. He stood with same easy grace and stretched, letting the wind play with him as he relaxed for a moment, then dropped back down to street level to rejoin the woman as easily as if he'd jumped off a step.
"Let's get going then."
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Grass whispered under white robes as the Stork ghosted over them, grey eyes sharp as he admired their beauty. After a moment his eyes softened a little with a slight smile. A moment later his eyes lifted to the calm rippling of the River in front of him, the true smile of someone greeting an old friend slipping across his face as he stepped into the clear, cool water. The moonlight around him shattered into bright ripples as he turned his face to the sky, eyes closed in bliss.
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A woman tapped quietly at her computer, hair tumbled loose over her shoulders as she tucked herself more comfortably into her little corner piled high with paper and little glimmering memories. An empty mug sat by her, headphones almost invisible amongst her hair. She snuggled herself a little more deeply into the warm feeling of peace and quiet, unseen wings shimmering around her before looking round with a smile.
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"Sleep well."