I've had this.. thing.. festering in my mind for a while... This cross over that I have wanted to do. Tonight the urge to toy with it hit hard.
See if you can follow this logic.
With this episode:
Sips and Sjin Fan Fic Pt 4 Ch 12Part FourSips and Sjin Fan Fic Pt 4 Ch 12 by TTSnim
I remember her name. Icara.
I remember what she looked like. Rubble.
I remember some one standing there. Rage.
Sjin needed sleep. Days pressed on like haunted solders marching endlessly towards the horizon. Sips was alive, but he was a free prisoner. Bound to the one small camp, bound with out chains, bound by the need to eat and sleep and keep from harm. Bound to Sjin by that mutual need. Sjin needed sleep, but would not settle for more than an hour at best. Sips needed him to...
He didn’t know what he needed from the other man. So they talked about nothing.
They needed more iron. The rail system was getting close to done, but it didn’t go to the center of the mine yet where the largest tunneled branches were. Sjin geared up, quietly, and slipped down the mine’s dark throat just before dawn. Sips let him go, and focused on other cho
Sips and Sjin Fan Fic Pt 3 Ch 11“Sjin, damn it, we were making progress!” Frustration, tight and heavy, settled into Sips chest. He balled his fists and pressed them to his temples.Sips and Sjin Fan Fic Pt 3 Ch 11 by TTSnim
Sjin was standing, sunken in on him self, eyes blood shot and hair a wild mess. It was now, and only now, that Sips realized Sjin had cut his hair and trimmed the beard and mustache at some point. It was a scrappy rats nest rather than the lions main it had been, and upon reflection Sips recalled that Sjin had even started to brush it.
Sjin shrugged with one shoulder. He wouldn’t meet Sips in the eye.
Nothing was getting done, but for once that wasn’t Sips only worry. On one hunting expedition he’d seen evidence of others. He didn’t know who they were, but there seemed to be a few of them. A party close buy could mean raids or an attack. Sips had imposed him self on Sjin, yes, but he had gone l
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