Title: Dirty Laundry

Prompt: "Smell"

Season: Spring

Timeline: Pre-Series


There was no getting this smell out of his clothes. A mixture of mud, blood and the rather unfortunate aroma of excrement, no amount of scrubbing Dayu bothered to punish his uniform with seemed to do the trick. Fighting the urge to retch, she tossed the abhorring articles of clothing outside onto the ground with every intention of setting a fire to them. Deker was still fast asleep in his knickers, if she was lucky she could burn them without alerting him to the fate of his clothes at all.

There was no telling where he went or what he'd fallen into when he was wearing that thing, it added more validity to the stories he told her (not that she didn't believe him). It was a marvel that he hadn't died of a contracted disease wearing them for as long as he did. Lighting a match she dropped the flame onto the clothing and watched as the fire consumed the fabric.

Dusting her hands on her clothes she headed back into the house, reminding herself to send Deker out to buy some new clothes.