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[megaptera]

Title: Never Too Late
Challenge/Prompt: yesterday
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Diablo II: Lord of Destruction
Characters: Necromancer (Tien), desert mercenary guy (Pratham). The Amazon and the Rogue are sleeping. Shh.
Rating: 13+ for imminent hanky-panky.
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Setting and 'verse belong to Blizzard, and I am an old-school sadfan.
Summary: A cold night in Harrogath is about to get warmer, finally.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the jumping around -- like I said, trying to kickstart my fic with these challenges. The drabbles may not make any sense at all until I have the rest of the thing written.

My stories in chronological order are located at http://megaptera.paperdemon.com .

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When every moment might be your last, you cling to today and wonder how many tomorrows you have left, and regret things you did not do yesterday.

Pratham murmured goodnight, gathered his sleeping-furs, and climbed the ladder to the garret as he had done last night and the night before. Tien stared after him for a long moment.

Gale was breathing evenly in her sleep. Klaudia was long gone, cocooned in woolen blankets with only her nose showing.

Must be bloody cold up there...

Wrapping his own cloak around his shoulders, Tien ventured up the ladder into the dark loft.

Comments

[ieune]

I have no familiarity with Blizzard at all and yet the first line is a great way to start off in that it sets the scene for Tien to venture (great word, that!) up into the loft. It implies he has manay regrets for things he did or didn't do, and thus makes him more interesting to read about. : )

[megaptera]

Thanks. :) I'm never sure if these are going to be interesting to anyone outside of my own head. XD