#civvies dungeon

[dumbassalex]

I feel like we are missing out on the absolute gold mine of content by not turning Civvie-11s absolutely amazing jokes and quips into Deadpool incorrect quotes, basicly everything he says as a reply to characters is such a Deadpool-coded line to me it's absurd.

For example his F. E. A.R. video is a 10/10 in that aspect, every joke is a banger. Just look:

(the names are change to fit Deadpool characters)

Bob: *appears outta nowhere*

DP: JESUS, Bob! Where did you come from? You turned into particles two rooms back, you ok, man?

-

Killebrew: You were born here-

DP: Yeah, I know.

Killebrew: In this place, I was there.

DP: So was I, you ain't special.

-

Domino: Thought I don't know how he survived.

DP: Two guns and zero fucks, that's how.

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T-Ray: They all deserve to die.

DP: Eh, maybe Bob.

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Bob: *in an elevator* Why are all the floors lighting up?

DP: Because God hates us and Devil thinks it's funny.

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Bob: *they're being shot at*What are you doing? Hurry!

DP: Trust me, I am a proffesional. AND I got a shotgun.

[civvi-the-civilian]

Werewolf Mox because feeling spooky :3c

[lynnbecks-mainblog]

I think there should be more Civvie 11 fans on Tumblr.

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[auspicioustidings]

Brain rotting in concepts rn cause i wanted to continue “Committed to the bit-“ and in the process i thought of such a fun concept that i just had to share-

Briefly in the “mandatory Dungeon’s and Dragons” oneshot (which btw- such a good fic one of my fav’s after going through like ur whole blog lol) You brought up TF 141 in paintball. And i’ve just had such a fun idea.

Consdier: Reader who is corralled into going to paintball with their shitty friends, who are only really going with the intent of ganaging up on reader. They go in an uneven number tho- (cause they were all gonna be on one team and have reader by themselves-) When the workers there are like- “Oh well- there is another group here.” Dunno why the 141 would be there, maybe another situation like the DnD one-shot where they’re being forced. And so, poor sweet reader who clearly was expecting this to be a liebe experience, gets to have the joy of 141 seeing them and deciding “yeah, you’re pretty and your friends are assholes- you need more ppl for a proper team? Cool, we’ll be on yours.”

Just image the pure shenanigans of it all, reader getting some well earned revenge and the whole debacle ends up them them losing their friends- but gaining (1)4(1) more <3

I kid you not I have had 'Airsoft AU - you keep beating military men at airsoft and they are going to lose it' sitting in my phone notes since September :') Just one of those concepts that I love to think about but cannot write.

I prefer having the reader be their bitter rival because wtf why is this civilian rocking out shit? This is so humiliating oh my God Kate WHY DID YOU TELL FARAH WE LOST TO A CIVVIE TEAM STOP IT WE ARE NEVER LIVING THIS DOWN :( Only way of redeeming themselves is obviously to ruin your winning streak in any way they can.

It would be really fun to then have your take on it follow that, when they already view you as their arch-nemesis they show up on a surprise visit thinking if they can take you off guard with a game they might have an advantage (that's just psychological warfare bby, totally legit, it is not CHEATING Farah shut up). And you are sad? And getting ganged up on by the people you have been carrying any time you are played against them? Like you are the one that is beating them really, the team has always just been benefitting from taking orders from you.

Absolutely not? Are they fuck going to let anyone beat you that isn't them. So even though you are so embarrassed at first when you see them because your most fun games have been against these guys and the banter is always so good and oh my God they're about to find out that you are tragically uncool, they immediately are joking around with you and offering to take you on their team.

"Aye, come tae our team and we'll show ye how the professionals dae it." "Wild thing to say when you've never beaten me but sure thing Suds." "My real name is John. Johnny if it's you. It's nice tae actually meet ye bonnie."

[fallloverfic]

Me: I read/watch Delicious in Dungeon for The Plot The Plot (spoilers for S1E13: Red Dragon III/Good Medicine, and CW: blood):

Thank you Trigger for adding this, this was not in the manga, blessings be upon you and your families. I did not know that last episode Chilchuck asking if they'd never escape the crotch would be prophetic alkdjalj

Listen, if I told you how many screencaps I took of Laios in his civvies/pajamas... well. He looks beautiful. 15/10 great job, Trigger, thank you.

I am also still soft for the siblings.

He is so worried about her.

Laios do have a lovely back, though.

Shoutout to Trigger for keeping all the times Senshi and the other characters faceplant in each other's crotches for this whole little arc lol I took so many screencaps of Laios though, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for them to animate this.

Unconscious luggage Laios is the best. Love how Senshi carries him (and that all three guys are standing behind Marcille, who is protecting them).

Just laser-focused for me.

And the party pile alkdjlaj I was waiting for this so much alkdjalj Poor unconscious Laios, with Senshi squishing his crotch. Poor Marcille, stuck beneath both their tank and their bulky damage dealer and their rogue, all after fighting an army of blood dragons and using ancient magic to revive someone. Life's never fair for the mage.

I always loved the way Chilchuck just lifts up Laios' leg alkdjlaj The tall-man is literally too tall for him aldkjalj

I have been specifically waiting for them to animate this for months lakjdlaj This whole sequence is one of my favorite parts of the manga and ahh they did such a good job!!!

They kept the chest push, just incredible. Bless.

I just love how Kui really explored how races of different sizes and heights interact with each other and how it changes different things. Laios is literally a tall-man and the tallest member of their party, and the buffest in a different way than Senshi is (Senshi is sturdier and generally far stronger, but Laios is their tank for a reason). And despite Senshi's strength, and Laios being badly injured, they still cannot fully compensate for the fact that Laios is still the biggest of them all.

Also they added this alkdjla And I love it so much alkdjaj In the manga, Laios has his left leg pulled back a bit to make room for Chilchuck (or maybe just because it's how he sits down after Senshi and Chilchuck finally push him over), but here he's literally between Laios' legs in part because Laios is just so tall and Chilchuck is just very small by comparison.

I just ahhhh Chilchuck trying to keep him seated just kills me...

Ahh these shots just end me. They all look so good and I love how they're arranged. I love how desperate Chilchuck is to appeal to him, because Chilchuck doesn't want him to die T-T He knows how much Laios is hurting over Falin, both mentally and physically (he is still recovering from when she hit him), but...

Overall this was a phenomenal episode, and it was adapted really well. I loved how the characters played off each other, the voice acting and music were wonderful, the animation was excellent, just... ahhhh

Other delicious Plot:

Season 1: Episode 3, Episode 7, Episode 9, Episode 11, Episode 13 (you are here), Episode 14, Episode 15, Episode 16, Episode 17, Episode 18, Episode 20, Episode 21, Episode 24

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

Pleasantly Unpredictable

There are a lot of series where something similar to this series, in terms of frequency of tonal shifts, would seem like the author just...didn't know where they wanted the story to go? Or couldn't pick a story to tell?

But to me it also feels like...how do I put this. Slice-of-Extremely-Weird-Life?

It's basically slice-of-life episodic storytelling in a complex situation in a dangerous setting that doesn't always feel dangerous. Not because someone's actively shielding the characters from danger, like you get in Mecha High School shows (generally about being trained for a war that's happening somewhere and clearly if child soldiers are needed something's going badly, but it's not usually immediate that we have someone attack and bring the war zone right into the school itself), but rather...because the danger is so spotty.

When I tried to describe it, just now, I had the realization that it's basically the same kind of threat as the Games in Reboot. A bunch of people get sucked into a deadly environment basically at random, and who knows when it'll happen, but when it's not actively happening you've gotta just live your life. Nobody's found a way to stop the portals from sucking sectors of civilian centers into their dungeons. The main response is about the same too: There are people trained to deal with it whose job it is to engage the portal when it appears and get civvies out alive.

Anyway, one strength of that setting concept is that you can have an enormous variety in what kind of story you tell at any given time. You have natural spaces for life-or-death drama, thrilling victories, terrifying foes...but also natural spaces for the main character to deal with having a stalker. To try to figure out how to explain her risky new job to her mom. To moan and groan about how much WORK her training montage is. To deal with the awkward politics around not intending to be a foreign hero but happening to save a bunch of people when a portal opens up while she's visiting a foreign country. All that and I haven't even mentioned her fancy special power or the premise of the manhwa!

Even if there's technically "constant danger," that doesn't mean you can live your life perpetually in 5th gear, you know? The way the tone bounces around in this comic feels right to me.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

HELL YEAH A ROSS'S GAME DUNGEON AND A CIVVIE 11 VIDEO ON THE SAME DAY!

WE EATING WELL TONIGHT BOI'S!

[thesheeark]

AF-So You Want to be an Adventurer

Got to do Civvi's lovely character Mox for Art Fight! Wanted to draw them for a while!

Posted using PostyBirb

[chakytron]

Half-Life - A Linear Sequence of Scares

Half-Life – A Linear Sequence of Scares

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[civvi-the-civilian]

Mischief watercolor style sketch from my steam earlier :) enjoyed keeping this one rough :)

[lynnbecks-mainblog]

I have watched Civvie's Cruelty Squad video so many times that I can only imagine the Handler sounding like H4MMER.

[torchborn-blog]

so i actually have a day off today who wants a starter thing

[titanicfreija]

Freija was having a bad day, but apparently this other Titan was having a worse one. She stormed into the antechamber outside the arenas and kicked an ammo crate so hard it burst, sending the grenade cases flying into the walls and other guardians as they adjusted kits.

Freija recognized her as an opponent, remembering the one-eyed mask and holdfast chest piece. She was good, but the teammates had not been in that match, and Freija could guess that the pattern continued. Least of all because Freija herself had been carrying a rather heavy backpack today.

"Sorry," the Titan announced genuinely as she knelt to pick up the cases. "Bad day."

Freija headed over to help, silently stacking the cases so the other one could put them away, until the dented lid could be banged back into shape and shimmied back on.

The pair brushed themselves off and stood, both offering a hand to one another and shaking before the other Titan stepped back with a disgusted lip raised. "You're that asshole with the wave frame."

"And you're that asshole in one-eyed mask,” Freija replied. "You did great today."

The Titan shrugged to adjust the shoulder pads and shifted heavily on her feet. "I can't tell if you're making fun."

"You beat me," Freija pointed out. "Twice. Same reason, and the same reason I beat you the time I did. Drinks on me?"

The Titan lifted the helmet and dangled it at a side by the chin strap until her ghost 'matted it. "Fucking. Backpack!" She cried. "Shaxx's ranking system sucks!"

"It's young yet," Freija argued. "Needs some growing up, though."

"What the fuck is he calculating that put that baby warlock in with us? He had a hell of a time!"

Freija clapped the new friend on the back as she led the way to a favorite dive.

~

"And then the asshole says that my fucking helmet doesn't work! He's never tried it, he's hardly even heard of it, he doesn't even have any Titan friends and he's gonna tell me what the best armor is!"

"Fuck's sake, I won't go into dungeons or raids anymore, I get it all the time! WhY nOt ThUnDeRcRaSh, why don't you swap subclasses? I'm not a striker! Do I look like a striker?"

Gaio, the new friend, a brown-skinned human with short green hair, made a show of looking Freija up and down.

"I'm joking."

"You do look kinda striker-y in that outfit, but that's Crucible gear, right?"

"My raid kit is literally on fire," Freija explained, and she laughed. " I've never been a good striker."

The question seemed to have started something. Gaio stepped back to find the mirror behind the bar. "Do I look like a striker?"

Freija glanced at her new friend and appraised thoughtfully. "I always think of one-eyes as void," she admitted with a shrug. " I feel the fire, though, I can smell us out."

"I used to think that, but then I kept seeing Lorelei's helm and not smelling it, so I guessed it depended on the user."

"Been Arc slammed by someone in Lorelei's, too, you might not have been wrong."

The pair looked around the room passively and Gaio pointed out another Titan, this one still in her Crest of Alpha Lupi.

"Sentinel?" She asked.

"Striker," Freija argued. "Or Behemoth, they have this posture to 'em."

"We all stand like we're ready to tackle something," argued Gaio.

"That one is solar," Freija muttered, passing over the crowd. "This one?"

"Definitely sentinel. Heavy guard sword, shotgun, can't think of anyone else that stupid."

"I stand in my fire for those occasions."

"You don't use a shotgun. Not as mobile. Armor gives it away half the time, this is almost too easy. Need to catch us in the barracks or something, still in civvies."

Freija didn't make the remark she could, distracting herself with her drink.

"Damn I had a hell of a time today," complained Gaio. "Light preserve everything because I can't, those fools just joined my parties one right after another, I guessed Shaxx thought I could help them or something, and they were be eaten alive!"

Freija had been doing some of the chewing, so she only thought it fair to catch some complaints.

"You, too, I remember, I had a hell of a time catching up with you."

Freija laughed when she remembered. "I was being the baitiest bait ever, trying to get you guys to chase me and save them the peeking, and they still couldn't do it! Pretty sure your guys got them while we were playing ring-around."

"And you lived, too, 'til I finally chased you into both of the other two! You'd have been fine then if you didn't miss the jump!"

Freija palmed her forehead with a slap. "That was embarrassing."

"Naah, happens to all of us. You did the swing thrust into the window that time, that was neat. All the one-eighties and about-faces were great. Once you get to where you can shoot right after, you'll be flawless in no time."

"You been flawless?"

"Carried once. You'll get there."

[tgarnsl]

'leaf', 'gold', and/or 'rain' for the wip words?

Ooh, thank you! These are going to be all FotH, as that’s what I’m writing at the present (although if you want Hornblower ones too I can dig some out.)

Leaf appears not as a noun, but as a verb, in my first (and unfinished) FotH fic, during a rewrite of the scene in the Fort Augustus dungeon wherein Keith convinces whoever is in charge to allow him to stay with Ewen in the hours before he is to be taken to Carlisle under the pretence of reading the Bible to a condemned man:

Ewen smiled up at Keith with a look that was almost affection, and brushed the back of Keith’s hand with the knuckles of his fingers. “I almost wish,” he said quietly, “That you had consented to go to Carlisle, so that we might meet once more. For, if old Angus is right, this is to be our last meeting — I have counted them many times. And, indeed, I do not see how it could be otherwise. So,” he added, in as gentle a voice as ever Keith had heard him use, “We cannot bring each other misfortune any more.”

True though Ewen’s words were, they struck Keith to his core. It seemed an unspeakable cruelty to send a man such as Ewen to his grave — he, who looked no more than a boy in this dim half-light. But Keith remembered all too well their last meeting, when he had trembled before Ewen, and knew that Ewen was no boy, but a man of seven-and-twenty, just as he himself was not middle-aged, for all that he felt that way, but a man of thirty-one.

“Is there nothing I can do for you?” he asked, kneeling before Ewen. “Your kindred — would you like me to write a letter to impart to them your circumstances?”

An unhappy smile twisted at Ewen’s lips. “Later, perhaps, if that signed order of yours is honoured and we are not disturbed until dawn.” His eyes lighted on the Bible. “May I—?”

“Certainly,” said Keith, handing it to him. He sat back on his heels and waited as Ewen leafed through the Bible, evidently searching for a passage.

“Would you do me a kindness, Windham?” he asked once he had found it, his voice tight. “These verses… I would very much appreciate it if you would read them to me.” Keith offered up his hand and Ewen gave him the Bible, indicating with a finger where Keith should begin reading.

—

Gold appears a few times. Have a very silly and ridiculously sentimental sketch from my FotH Reincarnation AU:

Keith gazed up with an uneasy feeling at the stained glass window dedicated to the men of Invergarry who had died in the First World War, and wondered vaguely at the long line of men before him who had likewise stood nervously before this very altar. With every passing second, it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince himself that it had not been a mistake to agree to Ewen’s request to be married in an Episcopalian church, when they could have contented themselves with a marriage license and private vows. He felt horribly out of place in his number ones, standing there at the front of the church looking like a tinpot dictator with his medals and gold braid, his sword at his side. So much for starting life on Civvy Street at last. At least he could comfort himself with the fact that his side of the church — all of two pews in actuality, the rest having been given over to Ewen’s family — contained a number of his army friends, similarly dressed in number ones.

“Nervous?” whispered Francis, a teasing smile on his face, and Keith regretted, for the second time that day, allowing his brother to stand up as his best man.

“No,” he lied, shifting uncomfortably, and was about to ask the priest what was causing the delay when the low drone of Neil MacMartin’s bagpipes could be heard, followed by the sharp skirl of the melody as the door at the rear of the church opened at last. And there, walking towards him, was Ewen Cameron, dressed formally in a kilt and short black jacket, a misty-eyed Aunt Margaret on his arm. He wore the plaid of the Camerons thrown over his shoulder and pinned in place with a brooch — a brooch that Keith could now see bore the lion’s head and fetterlock of Keith’s own signet ring, the one he had given to Ewen when he had asked for his hand in marriage — the same one that Keith Windham so long ago had given to Ewen Cameron that night on the white sands of Morar. Keith caught Ewen’s eye and saw in their shining depths his own sorrow and happiness returned.

—

Rain obviously appears quite a bit, for Scottish weather related reasons. This is from my first (unfinished) fic for FotH, where Ewen kisses Keith in the shieling and things go a bit haywire from there:

The bitter spring took its toll on Fort Augustus, cold wind and rain seeping into every corner of the fort, for though it had been finished just four years previously, the roofs of the fort were covered in straw, an inadequate choice of material that leaked incessantly when wet and posed the risk of fire when dry. The room at the top of the fort where Ewen Cameron had found himself imprisoned for the last seven days, protected from the elements as it was by a mere piece of canvas stretched across a large breach was as bleak and lonesome as an eagle’s eyrie, yet its prisoner took little notice of his surroundings. His gaze fixed unmoving on the small scrap of sky he could see through the narrow slit of a window opposite him, he passed the day in unbearable misery, hoping, as only desperate men hope, that the fever against which his body still struggled might take him altogether and thus spare him the horror of living.

So consumed was he by his grief that he scarcely noticed the lock turning in the door, nor the voice of the redcoat sergeant who sometimes brought him his supper announcing a visitor. Yet something roused him to attention: perhaps it was the uncertain tread of his visitor, when he was so used to the assured step of his gaoler or his surgeon. He turned his head, indifferent to who was standing there… and froze. The man he had never hoped to see again, the man he hated more than almost any in all the world, was standing in his cell. He knew the sort of man Keith Windham was now, knowledge gained through bitter experience; he remembered well his last moments of consciousness in the shieling and the kiss Keith had bestowed upon him, as sweet as honey, all the better to disguise the sting beneath. Ewen hated him.

[capnsdraw]

Cancer Mouse from Civvie's Dungeon