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The lights were cast offs from vehicles, or generator parts, all hodgepodged together to create a cantina miles from the front. The sun disappeared finally, dripping beneath the horizon, extinguished by the ocean, overcome by the welcomed relief from itself as the salve of night lathered the tired people who relished the reward of the salt and breeze. “Right! Denmark!” her co-pilot nodded, returning to his argument. “Hmm?” she snapped her head back toward the conversation when her name was dropped. She didn’t care about a damn thing except the chill of the bottle against her own collarbone and the girl who sat in the corner and picked at the bottle label in the corner. Lexa caught bits of a request to braid his beard. Lexa shook her head and surveyed the scene from behind her sunglasses, suddenly distracted by a pair of legs leaning by the bar.Īt some point, Gus responded, arguing and earning laughs from the rest of the group. The table laughed, and he even earned a chuckle from the indomitable, grizzled veteran who had eyes that never stopped watching, and a guard that never went down.
“Back in my day, we threw rocks and spears that we made ourselves.” “Kids these days can’t even have a war right,” Fowler mimicked the oldest member of their squad.
It was cold, and strong, though she expected nothing less of the country she found herself in, so far away from home. “Don’t get Gus started,” Lexa groaned as she drank the terrible Castrilian beer that had been confiscated from an abandoned outpost miles west of their current position. “I mean, not right now, but it sure feels like it most of the time.” “Feels like a war,” the squat gunner tweaked and eyebrow challengingly. “It’s not a war,” Seif shook his head and scratched his cheek disinterestedly. “I could spend a whole war like this,” Gomez sighed, lounging in one of the many mismatched chairs at the impromptu bar on the edge of the base. If she squinted hard enough, if she forgot what just the day before had entailed, she could convince herself that it was just a beach, and they were just friends, frittering the summer away with nothing else to do but soak up sun like turtles on rocks, and cool off in the shallows when it got to be too much. Lexa grabbed her camera and pushed her sunglasses over her hair, careful to find a few angles before joining in herself with a steal. Sand kicked up between her and the ocean as her squad fought over a sliding tackle, half arguing for a penalty, the other insisting on its fairness. The sun still baked her skin, until her shoulders were dark brown and slowly peeling, with freckles speckled across every inch of shoulder that peeked out beneath tank top. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.įinally, on a much needed reprieve, Lexa stretched out in the low chair, wiggling her toes in the warm sand until it was cool enough to relax her aching muscles. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push.
I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?
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