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In Trenches: Part ThreeThe first thing that Deryn Sharp becomes aware of when she regains consciousness is the darkness. She's frightened for just a moment that she's been blinded. Then it all comes back to her. Escaping the Clanker camp, getting caught in the firefight, the broken communikator, Alek's fingers, the shed collapsing, the fight going right over their heads. The only part of the trail of memories flickering around her head that makes any sense is Alek's fingers. Alek's fingers are still entangled with hers, she notices, giving them a little squeeze. She spends a moment being surprised at how warm they are. But realizes quickly that they are in a tiny little space filled up by their body heat. It's what Russian fighting bears do, she remembers.
"Alek," she whispers.
Actually, there seems to be a lot of silence. It's warm and dark and quiet. If it weren't for her snowgear and the dirty floor, Deryn might have believed they were back in their own bed. A soldier at heart, she takes stock of
In TrenchesIn Trenches, Part One
The noises are deafening, and they move closer with every passing second. The ground shakes as another bomb goes off outside. Alek can feel sweat trickling down his back even though it can't be even thirty degrees. Alek's hands tremble as he struggles with the insides of their broken communikator. Without it, there's no way to know if it's safe for them to get back to their camp, if someone is coming for them... they have nothing without it. They're just stuck. Which feels like a fate worse than death for Deryn Sharp and Aleksandar Von Hohenburg.
Alek had believed that tossing the papal bull off of the side of the Leviathan into the Hudson river might have made his life simpler. The moments afterward he had felt lighter than air, and not simply because Deryn had kissed him quite soundly. He shouldn't have been surprised, however, that it wasn't true at all. Being, as Deryn described, common as dirt, was turning out to be rather more complicated than he ever
Deryn's Nightmare part 1The air is cold, but there is a small breeze that's flowing in through a small window on the wall in the cabin. The whole cabin was dim with the light from the moon seeping in. Alek was lying in bed, trying to get at least some kind of sleep before the sun comes up. But he couldn't manage to keep his eyes closed for some reason. It was late; the moon had almost left the room when there was a frantic knock at the door.
Alek slowly got out of bed when the knowing became louder. "Hold on, hold on. I'm almost there," the boy said as he quickened his pace. Once he opened the door he saw that it was Deryn standing there. She took there in the door way, shacking and looking at the ground. All she was wearing was her buttoned up white long sleeved shirt, which was a mess as well as her blue jeans. Her hair was either just as messy, or a bit worse.
"Deryn, what are you doing up so late and why are you shacking about like that?" Alek whispered to her. He noticed tha
Sleep Detail(s)The former Prince of Austria-Hungary feels incredibly lucky. At the end of a very long day, he is curled up in bed next to the most wonderful person he knows. With his face right close against hers in their darkened bedroom, he can just make out some freckles and the sweep of her pale blonde eyelashes. Her breathing is deep and even. She almost always falls asleep before he does. He sometimes likes to pretend it's because he has more on his mind than she does, but he knows that isn't really true. She's as much of a tactician as he is. She's got plenty to look back on with terror, too.
It's been a problem for both of them lately, sleeping soundly. Perhaps it's that things have slowed down a bit. That they don't have to scramble and hide to simply survive. Now that things are slower, it seems the past has some time to creep in. Now, thankfully, Deryn seems to be sleeping peacefully. He reaches out and touches her face, heart filling with something warm and deep. Two nights ago, she woke
In Trenches: Part TwoBovril the Perspicacious Loris is not, in its own opinion, having a good day. Moustache Man and Hat Lady refuse to sit still and Mr. Sharp and Mr. Von Hohenburg have been gone for too long. Usually Bovril gets to go with them. People like to have a fab around, Bovril figures in its perspicatious little brain. Or at the very least its people like to have Bovril around. And Bovril likes to be with its people. As a matter of fact, Bovril is becoming quite upset that Moustache Man and Hat Lady have not let him try to find its people. Its people are missing and the two humans Bovril's been left with won't stop arguing. Over a map of all things.
"I appreciate that they must have gotten inside the camp, but I am not going to accept the idea that they've gotten themselves captured there. Mr. Von Hohenburg and Miss Sharp are both very well trained. He in diplomacy as much as she in sneaking."
"I was going to suggest that they have the inverse talents," Mou
Deryn's Nightmare part 2"Alek, The reason why I came in last night, the way that I did, was because I had a terrible nightmare. But it was so real and vivid, I could feel, see, smell, taste, and hear everything that happened, the whole lot of them all together". She said tightening her grip on Alek. She was so scared to remember it, the shaking was an obvious answer to it. Alek held her close while she was beginning to tear up again.
"Hey, it's okay I'm right here. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere." Alek whispered in her ear. "Aye, and I love that you are. But the dream was so terrible, there was nothing I could do about it all, everything was going out of control and one thing happ-"Deryn was in a bit of a panic and before she could finish, Alek somehow managed to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Let's just start at the beginning, shall we?" he said as he pulled back a little. Deryn gave him a big hug, and then sat up straight. Crossing her legs she positioned herself at the other end of the bed in front of A
Carried AwayNew Year's Eve 1914 in Times Square, New York City.
It is probably the one night of the year that the strangeness of what appears to be two well-dressed military boys from warring nations on a date is completely and totally overlooked. Deryn chalks this up as a good thing. The lady Boffin has a few more things to do in New York before they can head back to London to do... well whatever it is the Zoological Society actually wants them to do. So tonight, Deryn and Alek are on an incredibly spectacular date.
The lady Boffin gave them both a small fistful of American money as their sign-on bonus and Alek's went directly into some special hiding spot, she assumes. Hers is nearly gone. She has wined and dined her Prince like a proper gentleman. She's not really certain how this sort of thing is supposed to go, but she wanted to do something to show him how happy she is. So she pays for dinner at a restaurant and they try all of the strange American food and quietly snicker over the
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