5 Works in Jillit Chu
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After Laney ported her out to deliver a letter and an apology four years in the crafting, Jill sat at a bench in Sally-Anne’s fish shop and realised she didn’t know what to do next. She had been a gleeful scientist, once - still was, in the depths of her heart - and then she’d been weighed down for years, smuggling secrets out in invisible ink and living with a hundred choices haunting her steps.
(Or, Jill, after the second battle for Driftwood Island)
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- Part 12 of Just a bunch of kids with badges
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George isn’t sure when, exactly, they start living together. Not in the same house – but lives wrapped around each other, inhale and exhale.
When it becomes natural for her papers to be in neat piles next to Jill’s scrawling heap on the desk in the sitting room of her tiny flat or on the kitchen table in George’s even smaller one. When the cats know George by step and Jill knows the trick to getting the cranky stove-top to work and they both know exactly which cupboard everything belongs in, no matter which house they’re in.
When she starts saying ‘I’m off home’ as she leaves a lecture, a study session, an afternoon helping at the soup kitchen, and means 'I’m going to see Jill'.
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- Part 8 of Just a bunch of kids with badges
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When they told the stories, hushed and reverent, they said they lost the Giantkiller the day Saint George the Dragon Slayer hit the cold mountain ground and didn’t get back up.
Jack had hit the unforgiving stone too, knees crashing down, the palms of his hands scraping on grit, breath rasping in his lungs, but Liam had dragged him up and thrust the child George had been carrying into his arms. They had limped home, stunned, but Jack would always feel like he had left himself there with George’s cooling body.
Very few people were at the funeral. Gathering too many lynch-pins of the smugglers and their helpers in one spot was a bad idea, and in any case George had kept her friends few and close. The Rangers raised a toast as they stitched wounds, because they wouldn’t abandon people in need for the funeral of even the dearest of friends.
Bea wept on Liam’s shoulder again that evening, while Bidi curled on his lap, miserable and safe. Jack stared hollowly at the fire, late into the night, and the next morning he was gone.
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- Part 3 of A Boy with a Badge
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The second name on the door read ‘L. Jones, Mage’, and George raised a cautioiusly curious eyebrow. She knew an L. Jones who had sparks spilling from his fingers and his lips, but he was weeks of travel away and had a certain scoffing disrespect for the Academy. to be fair, so did she, but here she was. She knocked politely, and gently pushed the door open when there was no response.The room was empty - evidently her new roommate was out - but it was clear which half of the room was occupied. George didn’t have much with her, so wound up lying on her well worn bedroll staring at the ceiling. She sort of felt like she should go to the Library, bury herself in books, but there was a kind of tightness in her chest she had to remind herself how to breathe through first.
She was still remembering to breathe when the door clicked open. George sat up and twisted, and her breath caught in her throat all over again.
“Hi. I’m Laney Jones,” the tall, dark skinned girl smiled politely, precisely, “and you must be Georgiana - I met Rupert in the quad.”
“Just Ana, please.”
“Ana? Okay. Well, pleased to meet you, Ana Jones.”
(Observation #1: her smile is something practised)
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- Part 2 of A Boy with a Badge
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The threads looked as though they would slip away from George’s fingers at any moment. They hadn’t used to; once upon a time they had coiled around her left fingertips to merge with the creases of her palms, just like - so far as she’d heard - everybody else’s.
- Leagues and Legends soulbonds AU
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