Disclaimer: I'm running out of witty ways to tell people I don't own anything.
I have way too many fics on the go right now. I'm working on the second-last chapter for Your Revolution is a Joke, a sequel to 15 Things to do in Wal Mart When You're Bored, and another one-shot, as well as this one.
Miriallia sighed in contentment. She was leaning against Tolle's shoulder in the shade of a small tree, shielding them from the severity of the desert sun. Of all the paths she had imagined her life taking, war hadn't been one of them. There was so much death always surrounding them, so much violence, yet somehow, somehow she was able to find peace in one person's arms. Just holding him, being held by him seemed to make everything seem all right. It was times like these that she wished time would freeze for them, so they could always have just a few more moments. She valued moments so much more, now that living to see the next day was never a certainty. Cracking an eye open to admire the red sands, she noticed something scuttling towards them. She couldn't really get a good look at it since it was well camouflaged, but she had heard rumors going around the Archangel about deadly insects that lived in the desert. From what she had heard, what she was looking at was most likely a… scor—scor something. Ah yes, a scorpion. She was sure that was what it was called.
"Hey, Tolle." She nudged him gently. He groaned, as if he'd been sleeping. Not that it would be surprising if he had been. "Look, over there. I think it's a scorpion." She told him. He looked in the direction she was pointing, and squinted to help him see better.
"Aren't' those poisonous?" He asked, muscles tensing. She nodded. Tolle stood up, and made a move to go smush it or something. She stared, watching him walk until he was only a few feet away from it.
"Wait!" She called to him before she could stop herself. He glanced over her shoulder at her, a question in his eyes. "Don't kill it." He heard the pleading note in her voice and looked back at it. It seemed to have sensed danger, and its tail was raised. He sighed and started walking back towards her. The scorpion, instead of following and attacking as would have been expected, simply turned and scuttled in the opposite direction. Miriallia smiled. Somehow, amidst all the death, all the pain, all the killing, she had managed to save a life, although it was small, it meant a lot to her. Tolle came back, and pulled her close to him. This was the feeling she wanted to have, always. A feeling of loving, and being loved.
A/N: Short and sweet, just the way I like it. I was inspired by a part I read in a book, 'Blitzcat'. I'm not sure who the author is, but there's a scene like this, but in a field during the second world war, with a rabbit.