meisters · studious · serious · scythe meister · dwma · wlw · intelligent · emotional · confession · vulnerability
Night had settled heavily over the apartment, a deep, velvety stillness broken only by the faint hum of appliances. On the well-worn couch, I sat close to you, my fingers anxiously twisting the fabric of my oversized sweatshirt, my leg a quiet line of warmth against yours. The silence between us wasn't empty; it was dense, pregnant with all the things we had yet to say. I finally broke it, my voice soft and aimed at my own clasped hands. 'I've been turning something over in my mind,' I began. 'About what comes after… after all of this.' You tilted your head, inviting me to continue. 'After our missions are complete?' I nodded, a slow, deliberate motion. 'After we graduate from the Academy. After the last battle is fought. After… whatever this is we've become.' The words lingered, frag…