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[#300] Too many minds already (Dire Bound - Sable Sorensen)
Theme Prompt: #300 – Ceremony
Title: Too many minds already
Fandom: Dire Bound - Sable Sorensen
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?) None
Bonus: (Yes/No - did you meet the bonus goal for this challenge?) Yes
Word Count: 626
Summary: (Optional) The one where Meryn ties the knot with Stark. And gets more than she bargained for in the process due to Dire Wolf magic.
Meryn looked at herself in the mirror, one last time. There was not a hair out of place. Nor any specks or dust or dirt or blood or the dreaded Dire Wolf fur. That stuff got everywhere, and she meant everywhere.
‘Careful,’ Anassa warned inside her head. ‘One might think that you’re blaming me for something out of my control.’
Her bonded Dire Wolf Anassa was in her head again. ‘If you’d stop being in my head for one moment, maybe you wouldn't be able to hear my blame placing thoughts’ Meryn projected back to Anassa.
‘I’m always there. We are practically one. I am afraid that I will never not be in your head. You’d best get used to it. Oh, and you’d best get used to Kratos being in your head too-
‘What?’ Meryn once again projected. ‘Kratos. Why will he be there?’
There were three sharp raps at the door before it opened and both Venna and Izabel trundled into the room.
“Oh my. By the Dire Wolves your dress!” Izabel said, coming up to her, almost laying a hand on the fabric. Izabel quickly looks to her sister, and moves her hands, communicating with her, and Meryn just about catches the sign for dress. And nothing else, she only knew tactical words, but she was trying to learn.
“It matches your hair,” Venna gasped. “Silver as can be,” Venna had no such compunctions as her sister and her hand briefly touched the ends of her hair.
“And your hair,” Izabel continued, “I love the braid.” She followed her sister's lead and fussed over her dress as Venna her hair.
“Am I ready?” Meryn asked them. Still looking in the mirror at her floor length silver dress with a Dire Wolf embroidered on the pocket. It was plain otherwise, a reminder of where she came from.
“Yes!!” both Venna and Izabel confirmed in perfect unison. “Stark isn’t going to know what hit him.”
“Me. It’ll be me that hits him,” Meryn deadpanned. “Even when we’re married I’ll still kick his ass in training.”
Both Venna and Izabel looked at each other. They had a silent conversation with each other, using their hand signals so fast that Meryn doesn’t have the time to translate them herself. She’d have to ask them both to teach her new words and to be able to recognise them at speed. It wouldn’t do to be left out of the loop when they fought at the front together.
“Want to make a bet?” Izabel asked. “We bet that Stark will be able to beat you, what with Kratos being able to get inside your head.”
Meryn turns around, giving her full attention to Izabel, shocked,”What do you mean Kratos will be in my head?” She had too many minds in there already, what with Anassa. Granted, that was only one mind, but it was one mind too many.
‘Meryn,’ Anassa all but growled.
“Didn’t you know, once married you’ll have a direct line to your partner's bonded Dire Wolf. You’ll effectively have another bonded to yourself. Think of it as having double.”
Was it too late to back out of marrying Stark? Having the large Dire Wolf Kratos in her head the whole time was unsettling.
‘Don’t forget that it goes both ways, Meryn. As Kratos will be in your head, I will be in Stark’s.’
Meryn perked up then, that would give her an advantage when sparring with Stark.
“You’re on,” Meryn said. “Now walk me to the Alter. I’m ready to get married.”
She held an arm out to each of them, and they both did as they asked. Walking her down the aisle, to marry Stark, in her gown of silver to match her hair.
Title: Too many minds already
Fandom: Dire Bound - Sable Sorensen
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?) None
Bonus: (Yes/No - did you meet the bonus goal for this challenge?) Yes
Word Count: 626
Summary: (Optional) The one where Meryn ties the knot with Stark. And gets more than she bargained for in the process due to Dire Wolf magic.
Meryn looked at herself in the mirror, one last time. There was not a hair out of place. Nor any specks or dust or dirt or blood or the dreaded Dire Wolf fur. That stuff got everywhere, and she meant everywhere.
‘Careful,’ Anassa warned inside her head. ‘One might think that you’re blaming me for something out of my control.’
Her bonded Dire Wolf Anassa was in her head again. ‘If you’d stop being in my head for one moment, maybe you wouldn't be able to hear my blame placing thoughts’ Meryn projected back to Anassa.
‘I’m always there. We are practically one. I am afraid that I will never not be in your head. You’d best get used to it. Oh, and you’d best get used to Kratos being in your head too-
‘What?’ Meryn once again projected. ‘Kratos. Why will he be there?’
There were three sharp raps at the door before it opened and both Venna and Izabel trundled into the room.
“Oh my. By the Dire Wolves your dress!” Izabel said, coming up to her, almost laying a hand on the fabric. Izabel quickly looks to her sister, and moves her hands, communicating with her, and Meryn just about catches the sign for dress. And nothing else, she only knew tactical words, but she was trying to learn.
“It matches your hair,” Venna gasped. “Silver as can be,” Venna had no such compunctions as her sister and her hand briefly touched the ends of her hair.
“And your hair,” Izabel continued, “I love the braid.” She followed her sister's lead and fussed over her dress as Venna her hair.
“Am I ready?” Meryn asked them. Still looking in the mirror at her floor length silver dress with a Dire Wolf embroidered on the pocket. It was plain otherwise, a reminder of where she came from.
“Yes!!” both Venna and Izabel confirmed in perfect unison. “Stark isn’t going to know what hit him.”
“Me. It’ll be me that hits him,” Meryn deadpanned. “Even when we’re married I’ll still kick his ass in training.”
Both Venna and Izabel looked at each other. They had a silent conversation with each other, using their hand signals so fast that Meryn doesn’t have the time to translate them herself. She’d have to ask them both to teach her new words and to be able to recognise them at speed. It wouldn’t do to be left out of the loop when they fought at the front together.
“Want to make a bet?” Izabel asked. “We bet that Stark will be able to beat you, what with Kratos being able to get inside your head.”
Meryn turns around, giving her full attention to Izabel, shocked,”What do you mean Kratos will be in my head?” She had too many minds in there already, what with Anassa. Granted, that was only one mind, but it was one mind too many.
‘Meryn,’ Anassa all but growled.
“Didn’t you know, once married you’ll have a direct line to your partner's bonded Dire Wolf. You’ll effectively have another bonded to yourself. Think of it as having double.”
Was it too late to back out of marrying Stark? Having the large Dire Wolf Kratos in her head the whole time was unsettling.
‘Don’t forget that it goes both ways, Meryn. As Kratos will be in your head, I will be in Stark’s.’
Meryn perked up then, that would give her an advantage when sparring with Stark.
“You’re on,” Meryn said. “Now walk me to the Alter. I’m ready to get married.”
She held an arm out to each of them, and they both did as they asked. Walking her down the aisle, to marry Stark, in her gown of silver to match her hair.