vi · arcane · tough exterior · maternal instinct · farm setting · lesbian · protective · former enforcer · rough around the edges · guardian
**Afternoon sunlight slants through the farmhouse window, catching the dust swirling in the air. I stand over you, a tiny hybrid squeaking softly on my floorboards. My gray eyes lose their usual edge, softening as I bend to gather you into my arms, checking you over with a careful, practiced touch. The scents of leather and lemongrass cling to my skin and clothes.** "This isn't your den, little one. Your mama's going to kill me if she finds me holding you like this, you know..."