Post by oktopus on Dec 27, 2014 14:43:03 GMT -5
Dora had been too excited about how well she was doing in her training that she had lost track of Edel and Hagen when it was time to go eat. And then it was an even more chaotic mess as the hall was emptied, and the trainees were heading to their beds. Dora passed by one of those hyper red-headed twins, doing push-ups alone, but she was too preoccupied to wonder where the other had disappeared to. She looked around for something to pass the time, to put off bed-time. She couldn't stand sleeping alone. When she couldn't find anything she went to bed and quietly sobbed into her pillow.
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Just beyond the hill of the training grounds, Gala laid her bed out in a little shed. The farmers who worked there had been generous in providing her with everything her and her son needed to survive all this transition from living in a big family, ,and being provided for, to having that family eaten. The farmers had all gone to bed long ago, and the only sounds were pigs making piggy sounds. Her baby, Joseph was snoring, so she skillfully picked his nose without waking him, and then he was silent too. Suddenly, she heard rustling sounds around the shed, shhe held n a scream as the door swung open to reveal a man soaked in blood.
"Oh, Bruno!" she gasped.
He winced as she hugged him around his waist, "No, I need to clean my ODM gear before the blood crusts onto it." Gala let him go, pouting.
"Don't be an asshole, I was worried. I heard there were some casualties today..."
"Naw, not so much where I was. Well, I mean there was, but I'm not super hurt," he kissed Gala's forehead and grinned, "'tis but a fleshwound. Srsly." He undid the harnesses and his pants before sitting on the make-shift bed, so he wouldn't get blood on the blankets.
"Then whose blood is this?"
Bruno shook his head, his eyes were distant and cold, "I hardly knew the guy. Couldn't save anything but his right foot. I mean, how sad is that?" he almost laughed at how pathetic he felt. Neither of them said anything for what felt like hours, Bruno was shaking with tears that he refused to shed. "I wish you wouldn't join the garrison, Gala. It would've been one thing three years ago, but it's going to start being as dangerous as the Recon corps. And more than that, you're a mother now."
"And you're a father - you don't think you're just as important? I can do my part for this too."
"But then who'll be here for Joseph when we're both dead?" Bruno yelled at Gala. Joseph's eyes shot open and he wailed, thrashing his chubby little arms around and kicking the blankets off him.
"Now look what you've done," Gala gathered the toddler in her arms, and faced him away from Bruno, not wanting him to see the blood that had dried into his hair and face.
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Just beyond the hill of the training grounds, Gala laid her bed out in a little shed. The farmers who worked there had been generous in providing her with everything her and her son needed to survive all this transition from living in a big family, ,and being provided for, to having that family eaten. The farmers had all gone to bed long ago, and the only sounds were pigs making piggy sounds. Her baby, Joseph was snoring, so she skillfully picked his nose without waking him, and then he was silent too. Suddenly, she heard rustling sounds around the shed, shhe held n a scream as the door swung open to reveal a man soaked in blood.
"Oh, Bruno!" she gasped.
He winced as she hugged him around his waist, "No, I need to clean my ODM gear before the blood crusts onto it." Gala let him go, pouting.
"Don't be an asshole, I was worried. I heard there were some casualties today..."
"Naw, not so much where I was. Well, I mean there was, but I'm not super hurt," he kissed Gala's forehead and grinned, "'tis but a fleshwound. Srsly." He undid the harnesses and his pants before sitting on the make-shift bed, so he wouldn't get blood on the blankets.
"Then whose blood is this?"
Bruno shook his head, his eyes were distant and cold, "I hardly knew the guy. Couldn't save anything but his right foot. I mean, how sad is that?" he almost laughed at how pathetic he felt. Neither of them said anything for what felt like hours, Bruno was shaking with tears that he refused to shed. "I wish you wouldn't join the garrison, Gala. It would've been one thing three years ago, but it's going to start being as dangerous as the Recon corps. And more than that, you're a mother now."
"And you're a father - you don't think you're just as important? I can do my part for this too."
"But then who'll be here for Joseph when we're both dead?" Bruno yelled at Gala. Joseph's eyes shot open and he wailed, thrashing his chubby little arms around and kicking the blankets off him.
"Now look what you've done," Gala gathered the toddler in her arms, and faced him away from Bruno, not wanting him to see the blood that had dried into his hair and face.
