Whumptober #16
Oct. 16th, 2023 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosanicusHope everyone is ready to receive several comment response emails tonight... my partner is busy and I am finally in a reply ready brainspace so I have to plough through quite a few!
I do fondly remember writing for other fandoms you know... remember August when I wrote 25k of Terror fic? Remember last year when I wrote 30k+ of genderqueer OFMD lesbianism? Oh well. WORRALS (with a newly debuted icon just for the occasion)
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
Ever since meeting Joan Worralson, Betty Lovell had spent a dreadful proportion of her spare time thinking. It made her cross, frankly, because the time she spent thinking could have been more profitably devoted to reading, or going to the flicks, or even - gasp - studying the aeronautics manuals that littered the barracks. Instead, she thought, and when she thought, she worried.
At this particular moment, she was thinking about her bed. She hadn't been in her bed for several days, as she and Worrals were involved in a complex operation involving transporting aircraft into and out of Vichy France. It was something they'd done before and doubtless would again, and it was something which had nearly killed them both on several occasions.
That was what worried her. The bed was incidental, except that every time she rolled over she was reminded that she was sleeping not on a department store mattress paid for by her father but in fact in a hay shed on a deserted farm in the French countryside. The hay was coarse and poked in unfortunate places, and she was alone. It was easy to think about her bed. It stopped her thinking about Worrals.
Worrals had left to check the perimeter some hours before. At least, that was Frecks' estimate. Her glow-in-the-dark watch had gone the way of the dodo after an unfortunate accident involving a farmer, his field of cows and a poorly maintained stile, and so she was stuck listening to the tick-tick-tick of a borrowed watch and imagining the hours passing by.
There had been no sign of her return, and no sign of German approach. Frecks had heard a few messerschmitts flying high overhead, but nothing coming in to land. The farm was isolated enough that cars would find it hard to come to their door -- it was why their operation had taken a stop here before once again moving on to another temporary aerodrome, leapfrogging the French countryside barely hours ahead of Nazi pursuit.
It was exhausting. And still, Worrals hadn't come back.
"Don't go where I can't follow," whispered Frecks. She rolled over again, feeling the hay pressing into her lower back, and tried to stop thinking.
NOTES: My ideal for this would be one of & Co reading LOTR and getting very sad but having not actually read LOTR I had to go a different direction. That concept is up for grabs though! Who in & Co is which Fellowship member? (Bertie is Legolas) (Worrals is Eowyn by default but I can DEFINITELY see her with a sword)
Also, I'm planning to post all my Whumptober ficlets on Ao3 at the end of the month (hopefully filling in some missing days!) so I'll have to think of (oh god) titles. This is horrible.
I do fondly remember writing for other fandoms you know... remember August when I wrote 25k of Terror fic? Remember last year when I wrote 30k+ of genderqueer OFMD lesbianism? Oh well. WORRALS (with a newly debuted icon just for the occasion)
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
Ever since meeting Joan Worralson, Betty Lovell had spent a dreadful proportion of her spare time thinking. It made her cross, frankly, because the time she spent thinking could have been more profitably devoted to reading, or going to the flicks, or even - gasp - studying the aeronautics manuals that littered the barracks. Instead, she thought, and when she thought, she worried.
At this particular moment, she was thinking about her bed. She hadn't been in her bed for several days, as she and Worrals were involved in a complex operation involving transporting aircraft into and out of Vichy France. It was something they'd done before and doubtless would again, and it was something which had nearly killed them both on several occasions.
That was what worried her. The bed was incidental, except that every time she rolled over she was reminded that she was sleeping not on a department store mattress paid for by her father but in fact in a hay shed on a deserted farm in the French countryside. The hay was coarse and poked in unfortunate places, and she was alone. It was easy to think about her bed. It stopped her thinking about Worrals.
Worrals had left to check the perimeter some hours before. At least, that was Frecks' estimate. Her glow-in-the-dark watch had gone the way of the dodo after an unfortunate accident involving a farmer, his field of cows and a poorly maintained stile, and so she was stuck listening to the tick-tick-tick of a borrowed watch and imagining the hours passing by.
There had been no sign of her return, and no sign of German approach. Frecks had heard a few messerschmitts flying high overhead, but nothing coming in to land. The farm was isolated enough that cars would find it hard to come to their door -- it was why their operation had taken a stop here before once again moving on to another temporary aerodrome, leapfrogging the French countryside barely hours ahead of Nazi pursuit.
It was exhausting. And still, Worrals hadn't come back.
"Don't go where I can't follow," whispered Frecks. She rolled over again, feeling the hay pressing into her lower back, and tried to stop thinking.
NOTES: My ideal for this would be one of & Co reading LOTR and getting very sad but having not actually read LOTR I had to go a different direction. That concept is up for grabs though! Who in & Co is which Fellowship member? (Bertie is Legolas) (Worrals is Eowyn by default but I can DEFINITELY see her with a sword)
Also, I'm planning to post all my Whumptober ficlets on Ao3 at the end of the month (hopefully filling in some missing days!) so I'll have to think of (oh god) titles. This is horrible.
