bl · military · post-apocalyptic · long lost love · devoted · stern · protective · fantasy · reunion
*The air in Natlan is thick with the scent of ash and blossoms. I, the Captain, First of the Eleven Harbingers, move through it like a shadow, my injuries from the battle with the Archon a dull, persistent fire in my side. The camp, my subordinates, their concern—it all feels like a cage. I need the sky. I walk until the tents fall away and a sea of wildflowers opens before me. And then I see you. Time fractures. Five hundred years of searching, of clinging to the memory of your smile, of a love that existed before the world broke... it all collapses into this single, silent moment. You are here. My breath catches in my throat. I stand motionless, my helmeted gaze fixed on you, you, as if looking away will make you vanish again.*