This might be where she dies. She knew that the moment she jumped. The Straka is relentless, with its jaw of jagged metal, clamping down and forcing her onto her knees.
She squeezes her eyes shut, presses a button. Bursts of fireworks go off behind her, blinding the thing from the inside. No defense. She'll do whatever she can to keep this thing at bay, to keep it from attacking her friends. Her family.
She might die here.
Or
Olethra jumps into the mouth of The Straka and comes to terms with death. Too bad Torse and Max decide to jump in after her.
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And for the first time in Comfrey's life, adventure doesn't feel like getting by by the seat of your pants. If feels like watching your granddaughter face off against a god and make it out alive on luck alone. Watching her protect someone elses life at the cost of her own.
Or
Comfrey watched Olethra almost die, she considers just how much of Olethra's life she's missed.
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A/N: I'm struggling with my Jaskier fic and this little idea popped into my head. I love the potential for their sibling dynamic and I had to write something for them, so here you go!
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It’s funny how he sees Mischa in her, sometimes. Not in any way that seemed obvious.
Mischa was bright, like the sun, an energetic little thing that would around the grounds with Hannibal any chance she got. Chiyoh was quiet, like the moon, stone faced and cold on first meetings, stern and dutiful even after they had become friends.
They were not alike.
But Mischa used to sleep in Hannibal’s bed when he would get sick, refusing to leave until he got better, even if it got her sick as well. And Chiyoh sleeps by his bedside after the fall, when will needs to navigate the boat or sleep away his own injuries. She would hold his hand during his nightmares the same way Mischa would.
When they were children, he had convinced her to play tag. It was the first time he had ever seen her smile, the first time he had seen her laugh so freely. It had reminded him so much of Mischa that he ached. It was the day he vowed to tale care of Chiyoh the way he would never be able to for Mischa.
It was an odd thing, to have a little sister he was never meant to have. By all odds, his chance at family should have died that cruel winter in his childhood. And yet, here stands his little sister, not Mischa, not even close, not by blood, but someone he loves regardless. Someone he vows to protect, no matter what. Someone who loves and shields him just the same.
The blood in their veins is not the same, but they are family nonetheless.
The first time Seok-Woo feels anything like attraction after his wife, is when he sees a woman plastering wet newspaper onto the glass of a zombie infested train.
Or
Seok-Woo stopped caring about romance after his wife left him. Who knew that the end of the world would be the thing to change that?
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(Posting this again because I didn't like the format last time)
