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Based off the writing prompt "Girls who are in tents"(Eternal Sapphtember #19).)

"Sit still."

"What if I told you that sitting still is making it feel exponentially worse?"

"Just- *nngh!*"

Pop! "AUGH!"

"- long enough for me to do that." Mira popped Noel's shoulder back into alignment, gear-teeth finally locking back together fully, and the intense pain in Noel's shoulder faded. "How's it feeling?" Noel only coughed in response, a faint magical shimmer visible in her breath from the dim lamp-light from above.

Her larger companion, who hadn't bothered to remove the plate from anything but her chest, sighed. "You know, I bet it's really pretty out there."

"Don't taunt me."
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(Based off the writing prompt "Girls who are cheap" (Eternal Sapphtember #17).)

She only ever asks for a fresh box of computer paper every two months. Nothing else - no treating her to a restaurant in the city, no fancy new equipment, no upgrades.

I didn't even fully know why - it's not like she does anything much that uses it, considering she works in local telecom line maintenance and I bake bread and pastries and neither of us use the print output on our big old home computer much, but every two months, without fail, she rolls over in our bed when I wake up and asks me "honey, while you're out on delivery, could you pick me up a new box of computer paper?", and I used to ask why, but she just said it would be really nice, and eventually I just went along with it. She never asks for anything else - and even when I offer to get her another gift, she simply shakes her head and says she has everything she could ever want.

"Except more computer paper?," I reply every time.

"Not yet," she always nods, "but maybe soon."

( Warning: memory issues/memory loss. Continue beneath the cut. )

When everyone who was left simultaneously awoke from some long, terrible dream two hundred and twenty years ago, they found themselves thirty years late, trapped in a world ravaged beyond recognizability. They found themselves surrounded by the corpses of giants, metal giants, monsters that bore the marks of being works of man - and yet, whose origin was an aching wound in everyone's mind.

And they found that magic was *real.*
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