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Lyrical challenge

So, the lyrical challenge is one in which you listen to one song, and take random lyrics from it, then write drabbles/oneshots underneath each string of lyrics you decided to pull out.   The lyrics are the bolded words. 

All of the main characters from LK, bar Moses, are older in my writings with them unless otherwise indicated.  So Sarah is somewhere between 19-23, depending on what I'm doing.   I believe Banastre Tarleton was in his early twenties by the time of Waxhaws, but don't quote me on that.  

I'm fascinated by the American Revolutionary war and eat up everything I can on it--and am fascinated by Tarleton, since he's kind of unfairly demonized.  He did do bad stuff that should forever be recorded, but he was also not a cold sociopathic monster who did the stuff Tavington did in the patriot.  I'd really like a book, show,  or movie or something that had him in it and portrayed his positive sides along with the negatives, since war is war and nobody is a total saint during one..but I can't seem to find anything.  I pre-ordered this book that's supposed to be all about him and his legion, so hopefully that will be okay but I don't know yet.

If anyone who reads this knows anything good with Banastre Tarleton in it, where he's not a raving blood-thirsty maniac, let me know! Link me! I crave it.  XD

Also, I'm sorry Sarah is such a bitch in the one drabble.  Given the situation she really shouldn't have been at the start.  I may rewrite the beginning of that one--it's the one where she's tending to his wounds. 

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I'll return from darkness and save your precious skin

"James?!"

She stood, frozen to the spot. Unable to place whether the young man was actually there, or some figment of her imagination.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat as the disheveled man starting limping his way toward her-no, he was hurt. She'd told him not to go off alone!- clutching a large, muddy bag like nothing had happened at all. As if he'd been gone no longer than a few hours, instead of days on what he'd insisted was a harmless journey. It was a routine one, but this was a dangerous area. Thieves, tories, and cowboys were everywhere. Not to mention Tarleton's dragoons on high alert who stopped just about everyone who came into their line of sight.

The redhead frowned and clutched onto her hips as the blonde came into better view, flashing her a familiar, cheeky grin. It was like they'd put a bet on his life! Like he'd won some foolish, childish prize for managing to come back alive. Harmless, indeed.

The young woman opened her mouth to shout at him, but only got that far before her friend tumbled over. Her green eyes widened, and she rushed over to him, kneeling down and pulling him up to his shoulders in her lap.

"James, what happened?"

He stared at her for a moment, obviously exhausted and in pain, though he was also trying to figure out how he felt about what she'd just done. Sarah had half a mind to slap him on the head and convince him to pay attention to what was important, instead of silly little things like this. They could argue over and deny it later. Right now, they needed to act like the adults they were.

Finally, he gave a chuckle that sounded more like a cough. "I ran into some tories- nothing I couldn't handle."

Of course not. That was why he'd come home in such wonderful shape!

"James Hiller, I do believe you are too reckless for your own good!"

James rolled his eyes.

"Right, Sarah. And you  traipsing about battlefields and dangerous territory is so much better."

She sputtered angrily, unable to argue with that logic, but also unwilling to give her rival of sorts the pleasure of being told he was right. They were both putting their necks on the line, and sometimes she wondered if they went too far. Their cause was just, documenting the war down to the very last detail of where they went was important, but they'd all come so close to death too many times for her liking. She wished this atrocious war would come to an end soon, so James and Henri could be convinced to stop.

And so Moses and his brother would no longer be on opposing sides, able to reconnect without trouble for either one of them.

"You need to come inside," Sarah sighed, adopting a softer tone, "we need to dress your wounds, and keep you out of the cold."

The Carolinas were notoriously warm this time of year, but it had been raining so frequently she worried James would catch his death if he stayed out too long. She didn't even know where the worst of his injuries lay.

"I'll be fine," James insisted stubbornly, slowly sitting up. The wince of pain the action caused spoke otherwise, making him groan in defeat.

"Alright, but we need to go over these documents I barely managed to get here. Dr. Franklin needs to hear about this."

I will end your suffering, and let the healing light come in

"Ow!"

"Hold still!"

Honestly, James was such a pain sometimes. This wasn't the first time he, or any of them, had returned to their current dwellings with wounds that needed to be tended to, but he always acted like such a child, for all the huffing and puffing he did.

"Maybe we should get Moses to do this," he suggested, shying away from her once she'd wrapped one arm in gauze after applying something to treat the small gash that had been on it, and stitched it up, "he probably won't try to kill me."

Sarah rolled her eyes, placing down the needle and thread. He had a much larger cut on his side that needed to be taken care of, as soon as possible. On some level, she could respect the fact he was afraid of that one- it would take longer to close the wound, and that was likely the one that pained him the most. She'd thought about doing whatever it took to lull him into a state where she could work easier, but he'd refused.