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farsickness2021-04-30 10:07 pm
Like A Hundred Million Suns
WHEN: April 20th-30th
WHAT: Merlan being Merlan, selling stuff and getting into skirmishes
WHERE: Around Gazin, The Forge
WARNINGS: Swearing, violence, gross wounds?
Gazin’s Market Day was every fifth day for Merlan, a place where she could sell her wares — magic and not. It was also a good day to chat with people here and there and catch up on what people have been up to in their lives. She’s all bright and sunshine, chatting here and there, her eyes light with happiness.
“You don’t look like you need a protection medallion,” she says with a laugh and a smile.
2. [Bucky] Monsters In the Night
She's late on the road coming back from Gazin, late and laden with the things she bought from market and the trees whisper in the wind. Fresh milk, fresh bread, sugar, some salt, fresh flour (Bucky Barnes making pancakes in her kitchen, the air thick with honey and the scent of cooking cakes on the griddle, the scent of coffee rousing her from bed, his voice all around her), and honey she can almost taste on her lips. A new flat pan. A new tunic folded neatly into the saddlebag.
She never bought much, just enough to get them through. The flour, sugar, and salt were staples. The pancakes were a necessity. She'd never been big on them before but the times have changed and she's a fucking angel, isn't she? A strange cry in the woods shifts her mind back to the here and now as she touches the talisman that has become a reminder of him and his security -- a wolf set against a soft, warm, shell of a moon. She speeds up, urging Thunder faster just because she's paranoid and the safe paths aren't always safe.
There's no one else out here. It's late enough that the sun's setting, late enough for the spooks to get started terrifying travellers, late enough for the unthinkable. It's late enough but on the home stretch as they race for the Forge and its magical barrier. Something flickers orange and <I>God</i> she remembers that smell.
Bog wight. They sure hated her.
A pain slams through her head as something blunt crashes into her temple and she's knocked from her horse. Everything blurs as she hits the road and rolls. The creature screams in triumph, letting the horse keep moving. Thunder will find Bucky, will lead him back here. Her sword is out as she rolls back up to her feet but it's not the right sword, it's not silver. Long, slender fingers close around her throat as her wings flare out to knock the creature away.
Everything hurts from her head to her toes to something that’s broken and trying to mend. She winces and realises it’s more than one and they’re working together.
They lunge and fire blooms along her side as claws find their mark.
Agony immediately follows as she launches herself skyward and the pain in her head blossoms like fireworks, red and black spots clouding her vision as she begins to lose altitude over the Forge. She doesn't even feel it when she hits the earth.
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"What do you need? Just to be held, you think? Because I can keep doing that."
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She's not sure why but it is what it is, she supposes. Maybe this will pass quickly and it's just a side effect from being poisoned. Because that's probably the truth. Bog wights are virulent when it comes to scratches more so when the wounds are open. Maybe it's because they're magical.
"Magic is probably the root of the reaction."
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He's used to super soldiers and people who can fight beyond the limits of a normal man but he doesn't know what to do with angels and magic and these bog wights.
"Would they poison me enough to kill me? Because damn near nothing can kill me."
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Merlan pauses to close her eyes as the spots come back and her breathing turns a little laboured. It'll pass. She'll just talk her way through it.
"I'm surprised it's hit me this hard. Surprised enough to wonder if there wasn't some sort of hex in there as well. As for you, I would hope it wouldn't but I just don't have enough information on these particular bog wights to know. The one I fought earlier didn't seem to be the same kind."
She blanches at the thought of him poisoned by bog wights and leans back into a pillow, making a vicious sort of note to research them more thoroughly the next time she had a chance to go into town.
"I could probably one-up the healer with my healing skills if you did get wounded by one. Too bad I can't heal myself any faster, though I think I've reached my limit for today and it's slowed back down some." Her fingers tremble a little as she curls them around a fistful of blanket.
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It's because of the serum in part because his metabolism is so fast but he'd been like that before.
"I heard girls liked that."
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Her lips are cool when they find his temple. He is blessedly warm and she tucks herself against him as close as she can get.