NO BECAUSE THIS. THIS IS THE MOMENT I ABSOLUTELY FLATLINED
the way andromache’s hand moves before she even processes it, like her body is just wired to respond to quynh’s pain. it’s instinctive. it’s pure muscle memory. that’s devotion sharpened by centuries of familiarity, of knowing each other down to the bone. it’s instinct born from lifetimes of looking out for each other, of protecting, of losing and still reaching anyway
and the way andy pulls back the second it hits her.. the moment she remembers where they stand now, that she doesn’t even deserve to touch quynh anymore. and quynh. oh god. she shifts, gives andy even more space. like she’s saying okay. like she’s letting her see. she lets andy care for her. lets her be close. and that alone feels like forgiveness wrapped in silence
even after everything. after 500 years of suffering at the bottom of the ocean, after the rage, after finding out andy stopped searching. gave up. broke the one promise that mattered
and still they fall into this quiet, sacred gravity between them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like nothing’s changed even if everything has.
it’s so devastatingly soft. so intimate. this is a love story etched into blood and memory and grief. this is immortal sapphic pain at its PEAK.
i’m not okay. i am physically. spiritually. emotionally. devastated. Good.Bye.
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