AU - Western (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: D.A.V.E.
Challenge: AU - Western (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle (of the Ninth) (wilde Mischung von Buch und Film?)
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca, ein Doktor
Wörter: 720
Widmung: für Servena ♥
A/N: "Ein Western AU. Pferde. The Eagle. Da ist irgendwas drin." Famous last words. Ich habe nicht mal eine dramatisch aufschwingende Saloon-Tür eingebaut gekriegt. Aber Pferde. Und ein bisschen hurt Marcus. As a treat.
They reached the town by night fall. By then, Marcus could barely hold himself upright any more. After an entire day in the saddle, his leg was aching and throbbing and the reins kept slipping through his fingers. Esca kept throwing him looks that Marcus would think were worried if it wasn't for the man's completely impassive expression. He's waiting for you to faint to make off with the horses his feverish mind supplied in his uncle's voice. Marcus shook his head violently and almost slipped out of the saddle.
Beside him, Minna traipsed closer and a warm hand was placed on his good knee. "Keep holding on a bit longer, friend. I'll arrange for rooms and a doctor."
"You-- You can't." Marcus made a helpless gesture, meant to encapsulate Esca's tattoos and his dress and the color of his skin.
Esca gave him an unimpressed look. "I would like to see them try and stop me."
Marcus had known the tribesman for barely more than a week but he knew that arguing his well-founded point was not going to do him any good. Instead, he urged his horse into a slow trot, not willing to let Esca ride into town alone. Esca didn't seem to mind his efforts--or notice them, really.
Riding down the dusty main street, Marcus could see faces in windows that vanished behind quickly drawn curtains as soon as he turned his head. Esca kept looking straight ahead, one hand resting on the quiver on his hip, the other holding Minna's reins loosely. In front of a run-down building with smoke-stained windows and a dangling wood sign declaring it to be the town's pharmacy, he finally stopped.
"These are you doctors, no?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer before jumping out of the saddle.
"No. Well, sometimes. They prepare medicine."
Esca nodded, unimpressed. "Close enough," he decided, threw the reins losely over the bannister and scaled the rickety stairs. Marcus could only watch him with dread, half collapsed as he was on Vispania's back. The swinging door closed behind Esca, there was a screech, agitated shouting and then nothing. Marcus supposed that was better than gun shots but not by much, so he untangled his legs from the stirrups and leaned to the side, hoping that years of training had instilled reflexes in him that would break his fall.
"You stay up there, son!" The man calling out to him was tall and broad and wore his hat pulled down deep into his bearded face. "Let me take a look at your leg."
"This man's the town's surgeon," Esca declared from behind him with a smile that Marcus would have called smug if he hadn't known better.
Marcus doubted that only as much as he doubted any doctor's credentials in a frontier town and the hands examining his leg were sure and gentle despite the distinct smell of bourbon clouding the man.
"Hm. The bullet holes healed nicely but it's infected," grumbled the doctor. "Who performed your surgery?"
"Field doctor at the fort in Dumnonii River."
That had the doctor snort derisively and Esca's expression grow even more smug. "Fucking quack. You're lucky you didn't lose the leg, son."
"Can you treat it?"
"I'll have to examine it properly first. You, painted boy, help me carry your friend inside!"
After a thorough examination that had Marcus bite the inside of his cheek bloody in pain, the doctor--Jonathen August from Rapid Creek, if they cared--declared that he would have to re-open the wound.
"Might as well do it now while I have you lying flat already."
Marcus gritted his teeth and nodded.
Esca, who had almost vanished into the shadows of the pharmacist's back room-turned-doctor's office during the examination, huffed. "Good. I'll try to find us rooms, then."
"Oh no, boy," Doctor August ordered. "You'll stay here and hold him down."
"What?!"
August rolled his eyes. "You've carried him this far, already, would be a shame to leave him alone now, wouldn't it?" And apparently, that was all it took. Esca leaned down over Marcus, determination written over his face and a look in his eyes as though it would be a shame, indeed.
"Now, have him bite down onto this stick, this is going to hurt like a bitch."
Challenge: AU - Western (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle (of the Ninth) (wilde Mischung von Buch und Film?)
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca, ein Doktor
Wörter: 720
Widmung: für Servena ♥
A/N: "Ein Western AU. Pferde. The Eagle. Da ist irgendwas drin." Famous last words. Ich habe nicht mal eine dramatisch aufschwingende Saloon-Tür eingebaut gekriegt. Aber Pferde. Und ein bisschen hurt Marcus. As a treat.
They reached the town by night fall. By then, Marcus could barely hold himself upright any more. After an entire day in the saddle, his leg was aching and throbbing and the reins kept slipping through his fingers. Esca kept throwing him looks that Marcus would think were worried if it wasn't for the man's completely impassive expression. He's waiting for you to faint to make off with the horses his feverish mind supplied in his uncle's voice. Marcus shook his head violently and almost slipped out of the saddle.
Beside him, Minna traipsed closer and a warm hand was placed on his good knee. "Keep holding on a bit longer, friend. I'll arrange for rooms and a doctor."
"You-- You can't." Marcus made a helpless gesture, meant to encapsulate Esca's tattoos and his dress and the color of his skin.
Esca gave him an unimpressed look. "I would like to see them try and stop me."
Marcus had known the tribesman for barely more than a week but he knew that arguing his well-founded point was not going to do him any good. Instead, he urged his horse into a slow trot, not willing to let Esca ride into town alone. Esca didn't seem to mind his efforts--or notice them, really.
Riding down the dusty main street, Marcus could see faces in windows that vanished behind quickly drawn curtains as soon as he turned his head. Esca kept looking straight ahead, one hand resting on the quiver on his hip, the other holding Minna's reins loosely. In front of a run-down building with smoke-stained windows and a dangling wood sign declaring it to be the town's pharmacy, he finally stopped.
"These are you doctors, no?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer before jumping out of the saddle.
"No. Well, sometimes. They prepare medicine."
Esca nodded, unimpressed. "Close enough," he decided, threw the reins losely over the bannister and scaled the rickety stairs. Marcus could only watch him with dread, half collapsed as he was on Vispania's back. The swinging door closed behind Esca, there was a screech, agitated shouting and then nothing. Marcus supposed that was better than gun shots but not by much, so he untangled his legs from the stirrups and leaned to the side, hoping that years of training had instilled reflexes in him that would break his fall.
"You stay up there, son!" The man calling out to him was tall and broad and wore his hat pulled down deep into his bearded face. "Let me take a look at your leg."
"This man's the town's surgeon," Esca declared from behind him with a smile that Marcus would have called smug if he hadn't known better.
Marcus doubted that only as much as he doubted any doctor's credentials in a frontier town and the hands examining his leg were sure and gentle despite the distinct smell of bourbon clouding the man.
"Hm. The bullet holes healed nicely but it's infected," grumbled the doctor. "Who performed your surgery?"
"Field doctor at the fort in Dumnonii River."
That had the doctor snort derisively and Esca's expression grow even more smug. "Fucking quack. You're lucky you didn't lose the leg, son."
"Can you treat it?"
"I'll have to examine it properly first. You, painted boy, help me carry your friend inside!"
After a thorough examination that had Marcus bite the inside of his cheek bloody in pain, the doctor--Jonathen August from Rapid Creek, if they cared--declared that he would have to re-open the wound.
"Might as well do it now while I have you lying flat already."
Marcus gritted his teeth and nodded.
Esca, who had almost vanished into the shadows of the pharmacist's back room-turned-doctor's office during the examination, huffed. "Good. I'll try to find us rooms, then."
"Oh no, boy," Doctor August ordered. "You'll stay here and hold him down."
"What?!"
August rolled his eyes. "You've carried him this far, already, would be a shame to leave him alone now, wouldn't it?" And apparently, that was all it took. Esca leaned down over Marcus, determination written over his face and a look in his eyes as though it would be a shame, indeed.
"Now, have him bite down onto this stick, this is going to hurt like a bitch."
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Date: 2023-07-23 07:00 am (UTC)Oh mein Gott, es ist so Marcus und Esca?? Und wieso war mir nicht vorher bewusst, wie gut diese Dynamik in den Wilden Westen passt?? Und ich liebe Esca hier, er ist genauso, wie ich ihn liebe - die Determination und die Smugness, und die Worry dahinter, und Marcus, der sich Sorgen macht, dass er mit den Pferden abhaut, und du weißt, dass ich jetzt mehr will?? Gib mir die Pickup-Trucks.