OC-Tober Day 5 - Throne
(from @oc-growth-and-development’s OC-tober list)
I got. Very behind LMAO. Which I sort of expected but I’m still a little upset about it. In any case, I’m going to keep on trucking on these because it’s worth it just to be able to call them done. That’s very much the energy of today’s piece too, I’m afraid. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but hey, we’re finished with it, right? That’s something.
Featuring @urdnotgrunt’s Iggy, who is the love of my life.
~1200 words
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Iggy wasn’t afraid of unknowns.
She wasn’t afraid of untouched borders on the edges of maps, or strange animals calling in the night, or people who spoke languages that she didn’t know. She made friends with strangers, with wild beasts, the odd fish that she could coax over with crusts of bread. She didn’t fear weather, or water, or even the dwindling coins in her pocket.
She was, however, maybe just a little bit afraid of the captain.
Adelina had laughed when she told her. “What’s to be afraid of?” she had asked, grinning. “He is the only one with manners."
And she was right, of course. Adelina was usually right. But even with his manners, even with his civility, even with the fact that he hadn’t actually spoken more than a few words to her since they put Santo Domingo to their backs – even with all of that, Iggy had seen his thunderous, churning, storm-black moods one too many times to be put entirely at ease. He had to keep them, she knew. He was barking up at most of the men that he was supposed to be commanding, men who snickered quietly about his age and his stature and a number of other faults they found in him when he wasn’t within earshot. But the look still put Iggy in the mind of a hurricane, and she had spent too long on an island not to run for cover.
Most of the time, anyway.