A/N; Here we go again. Discworld Drabbles, part deux! This time we'll clear the stage for the ladies. Other than that, it's the same procedure as last time, Miss Sophie! (baad, I know. Sorry!)I put the music in my computer at random, and based the drabbles on the first three songs that played. Good? Bad? Should I be lobotomized for this horrendous act of writing? You decide. Review, please!
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"I'm going down in flames for you
Baby, you are the weapon I choose"
-Katy Perry, Self Inflicted
She doesn't sleep.
She lies under the starry sky. Beside her, her companion is breathing softly, so softly that one who doesn't know her sleeping patterns might be fooled to believe she's not breathing at all.
Tonker knows different. She's spent so many nights listening to the soft sound of Lofty's breath that the quietest sigh wouldn't escape her attention.
She's waiting for the nightmares to start. They always do. Sometime in the middle of the night, the whimpers start, and soon they'll turn into screams. Limbs will be flailing, and there's nothing Tonker can do but to hold her tight and wait for the nightmares that torture her girl to leave her for the night. So she holds her, and wait, like she's done so many nights before.
Tonight the episode is short. It's over after just a few minutes. It always gets better when Lofty's been allowed to set fire to something, and today's bonfire was truly spectacular.
The school of hell is no more.
They've left the army and Borogravia behind. They've left their whole lives behind. All they've got right now is each other.
She looks up at the stars and smile. It couldn't be better.