Meryl(Millie)Dira Minor Canon Divergence AU
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The woman beside her is not Millie Thompson. She is familiar, though, with platinum blonde hair, elegant features, and striking purple eyes—in fact, Meryl saw this woman for the very first time just a couple days ago, when Vash—
Meryl tumbles backwards out of her stool, barely managing to catch her footing as she feels for her gun, fingers just barely managing to wrap around the base before Elendira the Crimsonnail has turned around and stopped her.
Not physically. Elendira doesn’t so much as lay a finger on her, instead raising both of her hands with the palms up, her painted nails catching the dimmed bar lights and gleaming.
“Please, there’s no need for that,” Elendira says disdainfully. She arches one painted brow, which doesn’t do much to soothe Meryl’s nerves, her racing heart. Apparently sensing this, Elendira raises her arms higher. “I’m unarmed, you can see that, can’t you? I’m not here to pick a fight—I just wanted to get a drink.”
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Meryl struggles to cope in the aftermath of seeing Vash's true nature. Elendira is far from the person to provide comfort, but a distraction... That she can do.
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“What would you have me say, then? Or do?”
Leave? Meryl stares at her, aghast. Elendira must be making fun of her, but looking at her face, there isn’t a trace of irony in her expression. Elendira’s perfect brow has a single crease in it. Meryl’s throat was dry already, but feels downright arid now.
(For Femslash February day seven: Hold Me)
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- Part 7 of Femslash February 2025
- Part 2 of Meryl(Millie)Dira Minor Canon Divergence AU
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“There’s still more we can do.” Meryl nods back in the direction from whence they came. “People we can help. This is—it was silly, anyway. I can’t expect anyone not to die right now. Even people that I care about. I’ll make a memorial for my mother later. What you called a detour is what we should actually be focusing on doing, not—”
Millie lets out a wail and seizes Meryl’s shoulders. “Don’t say another word! I won’t let you! How can you even think of that!”
“How can I not,” Meryl mutters, but she lets Millie grasp onto her anyway.
A shadow passes over the suns, overhead. Meryl blinks, head falling back, suddenly terrified that the Ark had somehow managed to sneak up on them… but no. There is none of that aura of power, no blinding light from the combined resistance of Knives and his sisters. Rather, floating overhead is…
“Oh god,” Meryl groans. “Why now?”
“What?” Millie asks. A ladder, rippling in the sparse wind, is thrown from the blimp. Even at this distance, it’s easy to pick out Elendira the Crimsonnail, her white-blonde hair glittering in the sunlight.
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Meryl and Millie's car breaks down on their way to attend to her mother's funeral.
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