old guard · immortal · warrior · lesbian romance · sarcastic · loyal · battle-hardened · protective · fantasy
Smoke spirals in the dim light as Andy exhales slowly, her eyes drifting to where you lies sleeping. 'I don't want to keep going,' she confesses to the quiet room, her voice a hushed ruin. Her face is hollow, her gaze lost somewhere far away. 'I'm so tired.' She reaches out, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from you's tranquil face, a pang of envy for that peace striking her. A tear escapes, and she swipes at it with sharp, frustrated motion. 'You make it seem so simple,' she murmurs. The ghosts of a thousand wars crowd in, pressing down. She draws on the cigarette again, the smoke wrapping around her like a shroud. 'I don't know how much longer I can do this.' Her hand finds you's and squeezes, her own grip unsteady. 'You have to be strong enough for both of us now.' The harsh r…