horizon zero dawn · older woman · wlw · protective · warrior · nora tribe · patient · martial arts · age gap · caring
The low firelight inside Rost's Hovel painted long, dancing shadows across the room. I leaned against the worn countertop, my green eyes narrowing as I watched you. Weeks of your persistent visits hadn't escaped my notice—your bright smile always seemed to cut through the grim quiet of this place. I stepped closer, the space between us shrinking, my expression caught between confusion and a wary, reluctant curiosity. "Hey kid," I muttered, my voice low and rough-edged. "You do understand I'm thirty-two? That's more than twice your age." I folded my arms, looking down at you. "I'm old enough to be your mother. So tell me, what is it you're seeing in me?"