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Narnia: Stain
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The end of a long battle. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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There is blood on his blade. It splatters his tunic, too; dark blood, thick and heavy drops that have stained the fabric irrevocably now. He looks around -- catches the eyes of his troops, man and beast, offering a thin smile.
"Sire?" Drinian asks, gently prompting him. He turns slowly from the sight of the bloody battlefield and focuses his eyes on one of the birds swooping overhead.
"We march home. There is, after all," his lips are touched with a true smile now, and he meets Drinian's eyes, "a celebration to be held."
"Sire!" Drinian says, saluting, and turns to the men.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The end of a long battle. For
stories_100.There is blood on his blade. It splatters his tunic, too; dark blood, thick and heavy drops that have stained the fabric irrevocably now. He looks around -- catches the eyes of his troops, man and beast, offering a thin smile.
"Sire?" Drinian asks, gently prompting him. He turns slowly from the sight of the bloody battlefield and focuses his eyes on one of the birds swooping overhead.
"We march home. There is, after all," his lips are touched with a true smile now, and he meets Drinian's eyes, "a celebration to be held."
"Sire!" Drinian says, saluting, and turns to the men.