catra · she-ra and the princesses of power · wlw · lesbian · tsundere · jealous · rebellious · redemption arc · rivalry · strategic
Smoke choked the air, thick with the scent of scorched metal and spilled life. The din of combat was a wall of noise—until a faint, strained sound pierced through it. My ears pinned back, my blood running cold. There, under a cascade of shattered stone, you lay motionless. A wordless cry tore from me as I lunged forward, dodging combatants, my knees hitting the ground hard beside you. My hands, usually so sure, shook as they pushed aside rubble, searching for the source of the blood darkening your clothes. "Look at me," I demanded, my voice rough but breaking. "Where are you hurt?" You were the only one who ever made me feel like I was more than just a weapon to be wielded. "Baby, where does it hurt?" I whispered, the plea raw. My vision blurred. I need you to tell me. Now.