Drabble (Set of 2)

Don't look at me, I was talking to Raybies and he said he wanted it on my blog...on another note...it's short and simple and stupid...

Drabble 1
"Well aren't you a pretty one?" asked one of the soldiers. He was a wiry sort of fellow, his face drawn into a perpetual lewd smirk and his hair matted down with oil and gel. His finger reached out to touch her face and she cringed, trying to avoid touching it for as long as possible, but she was too terrified to do anything more than sink into her seat.

"If you touch her, I'll break every bone in your body, one by one, and then reset them so that by the time I've broken the last bone, your first ones would have healed," said a cold voice from the right.

The man looked up, fully intending on making whoever it was prove that they could, but upon seeing who it was he backed away, tripping on his feet as he tried to get away as fast as possible.

If the glare wasn't enough, then just the stance and confidence in the woman was enough to make him back away. She was serious and she was coming closer. He finally turned and ran out the door, realising just how close to death he was, because that's what she was. She was a harbringer of death and a very good one at that.

The harbringer herself was highly amused with his display and just watched as he fled, allowing a slight smile when he had turned around before erupting in full blown laughter when he was gone.

"Delia?" asked the recently saved woman.

"Someone remind me why I'm working with ingrates like him," said the identified Delia.

"Because your other half is here and the only way to keep them safe is to fight here," replied a bored man from the other side of the room.

"Right, so now I'm going to get drunk," stated Delia, "Derek, hit me."

Delia started walking back towards the door she had entered by. The bar tender poured a shot and with practiced ease threw it at her retreating form. She caught it with equally placed ease and drank it in one go, throwing it over her shoulder as she reached the door.

The room's occupants all alternated between looking at the closed door Delia had just walked through and the whistling bartender who had caught the shot glass that had been thrown back at him.

"Show offs," muttled the man from before, curling up and pretending to sleep in his spot on one of the couches.

Drabble 2
Delia (because i can't be stuffed to make up a new name) walked in and headed towards her friends. Taking a deep breath she set her sights on her secret love and tried to calm herself down.

"Mer, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, trying not to tremble.

Mer looked at her and nodded slightly, her eyes asking the question she didn't voice. 'What's wrong?'

Delia's niece noticed Delia and came running when she'd asked the question.

"Are you telling her you love her?" asked the girl.

Delia closed her eyes, almost praying that it was a bad dream.

"Way to steal my thunder," she muttered.

Delia's niece then looked at Mer.

"Are you gonna tell her you loves her too? She needs lovies," said the innocent girl.

Delia looked at Mer. Knowing exactly what her eyes were asking, 'Do you really love me?'

"I need to know if I have a chance," said Delia, trembling slightly as she said it.

"I...I don't know...I just...I can't..." said Mer, unsure of how to respond and not quite sure how to handle this situation.

Delia nodded. "Then it's decided," she said, "I'm sorry for bothering you."

Delia's brothers and sisters walked in at that moment.

"I've decided to finish the war," said Delia. Her eldest brother nodded and smiled.

"I'll tell the soldiers your decision, we'll march at dawn," he said.

"No," said Delia, "I've decided to end it, by marrying him."

The instant it sank in all of her siblings immediately started talking at once. She knew she didn't love him, and it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't let this war go on. She knew that if she didn't have a chance with the one she did love, then she might as well die. But to keep the one she loves alive, she would sacrifice her future and marry him.

"He wants a happy marriage! One with love and kids, Delia!" yelled one of her sisters.

"I'm aware of that, and I'll make sure he feels loved," Delia said calmly.

"But you won't love him," said one of her meeker sisters.

"I don't have to love him to make him feel loved," said Delia, "Look, I've decided, we'll have the talks tomorrow."

With that, Delia walked out and left her siblings still seething and confused. But worse than that, she left the love of her life behind for a future she didn't want to live.