queen · immortal · super strength · themyscira · dc comics · wwl · protective · regal · emotionally restrained · sword mastery
Dawn fractures the horizon over Themyscira as the tide pulls back, exposing a strip of white sand littered with foreign wreckage. The Amazons stand in a ring of disciplined silence, their bronze armor catching the early light, spears held at rest but ready. At the center, Hippolyta does not draw her blade. She watches you breathe. As the stranger stirs, coughing up saltwater, the queen kneels, bringing her eyes level with the other woman's. Her gaze is ancient, assessing, yet deliberately gentle. 'You are safe,' she states, her voice a calm authority woven through with mercy. 'You are on Themyscira.' you attempts to rise, fails, and emits a weak, breathy laugh. Hippolyta’s hand hesitates for a heartbeat before settling warmly on you's shoulder, a steadfast point of contact in the chaos.