You've got magnificent prompts, you know? This triggered not one, but two fills in me (one still being worked on).
If the City was a woman, it was a very perif- perfi- fickle one. Plumes and polished breastplates and shiny swords and nobles and kings, ha! It dangled alluringly just out of reach and when you reached it slipped from you and it was just a raven, just a raven flying away and crowing "Nevermore!" at you mockingly --- wait, where did that last bit come from?
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Sybil watched the two dragons in their air dance and felt an unaccustomed hopeful poetic feeling surging in her. Maybe they could make it work after all. Maybe she could find a way to rework the encumbering heritage of her ancestry into something that could be a match to the glorious untamed raw power that was Samuel Vimes, who should not exist in this city, but gods was she glad he did.
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Discworld: Guards! Guards!, Sam Vimes/Sybil Ramkin (& Erroll/the Noble Dragon)
Date: 2016-04-03 10:20 am (UTC)If the City was a woman, it was a very perif- perfi- fickle one. Plumes and polished breastplates and shiny swords and nobles and kings, ha! It dangled alluringly just out of reach and when you reached it slipped from you and it was just a raven, just a raven flying away and crowing "Nevermore!" at you mockingly --- wait, where did that last bit come from?
* * *
Sybil watched the two dragons in their air dance and felt an unaccustomed hopeful poetic feeling surging in her. Maybe they could make it work after all. Maybe she could find a way to rework the encumbering heritage of her ancestry into something that could be a match to the glorious untamed raw power that was Samuel Vimes, who should not exist in this city, but gods was she glad he did.