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[ID: The gifset is composed of 12 gifs, all in a square shape, the colors are dull and washed out. The gifs are stacked two per line, there are six lines of two gifs.

The first two gifs are of the killfloor scene; filmed from the back of the characters. The team is standing in a dark room with a polished floor, they are all wearings combat clothes, weapons and guns. The first gif show Booker and Joe and the second shows Andy and Nicky. Two spotlights are in front of them, lighting the room and making their silhouette stand out.

The third gif shows Andy walking, she is filmed from the back and from the torso up, she is wearing a black shirt and has a bag on one shoulder. She is walking between two buildings toward an opening with light.

The fourth gif shows Nile walking from the back, she is filmed from the back and from the torso up. She has a green jacket and a long case over one shoulder. She is walking in a white corridor and the window in front of her shine white light on her face.

The fifth gif shows Andy, Booker, Joe and Nicky walking in a line on top of a hill, they are small silhouettes in front of the white sky. They are wearing combat clothes and their weapons.

The sixth gif shows Andy sitting in a car, her head is filmed from the back and they are dark light in front of her.

In the seventh gif, Andy is filmed from the shoulders up from the back and standing in from of a grey statue that represents an angel with folded wings. She is leaning over the angel's shoulder to look down.

In the eighth gif, a helicopter is flying over the desert, the sun is shining on the left side. The helicopter is small and in the center of the image.

In the ninth gif, Nicky, Nile, Andy and Joe are walking up stairs. They are filmed from the back and their entire body fits in the frame. Joe's hand is touching the small of Andy's back as he follows her up the stairs.

The tenth gif shows Booker from the back. He is sitting down on stairs. He puts his hands on a wall on the left and railing on the right to help himself stand up.

[ID: The post is a gifset of Andy and Quynh from The Old Guard with a quote from a poem by Li-Young Lee. In the first gif, Andy’s face is in the entire frame, she is staring ahead of herself with misty eyes, she slowly closes them and tilts her head down. “At this hour” is written in light script in the bottom right corner.

In the second gif, Quynh is trapped in an iron maiden underwater. Through the eyes and mouth cut out in the iron maiden’s face we can see Quynh’s eyes and mouth. She is screaming and bubbles of air escape from her mouth as the camera pans away from her. “what is dead is restless” is written in the middle of the gif, with “what is dead is” inside a cut-out space in the word “restless”.

“Motherfucker,” she muttered, taking just enough time to wince at the shoulder setting itself back into the socket before getting back on her feet. It took two more cusses and another blown wall before she could hear Andy’s answer to her call, ears still ringing from the blast that knocked her down.

“Coming!” She yelled before trotting to the old bureau where Andy was collecting the files while they busied themselves with the armoury and safe. She found them on the floor, coughing dust and smoke out of their lung, but still breathing.

“You took your time, Nile.” Andy hacked between two heaving breath, and Nile rolled her eyes.

“You couldn’t have found a desk closer to the main room?” But the joke quickly died on her tongue when she spotted Andy’s hand cradling their side, and the wet puddle beneath them. “Andy…”

“It’s alright, some glass got me. I’ll live.” But Nile has been with them for over a year, and yet Andy has not readjusted her definition of lethal wounds. Nile dropped to her knees, jaws clicking together when she was the blood bubbling out of a nasty cut over their ribs. Two other cuts by their shoulder and thigh decorating her left side, easy to see how they sat by the glass wall when the bobby trap went off.

“Fuck.” Nile said, taking in the sight. “That’s a lot of blood.”

“I’ll live.” Andy repeated. “No arteries nicked, just big cuts. I’ve had worse.” Still, Nile took a moment to check the spot of the cuts, and dug through her thigh pack to pull out two rolls of bandage.

Once, Andy would have protested. Now, they held out their arm to allow Nile to wrap it tight, manoeuvred their legs so she could do the same there, and accepted the pack of gauze Nile handed them to hold against their side.

She worked wordlessly, quickly, quietly thanking God for sparing Andy another day, before packing the rest of the band back into the pouch.

“Come on, the others are waiting.” They would have a look at the wound once they were out of the damn building, for now, Nile offered her hand to Andy, who snapped their bare knuckles around her wrist and used the leverage to stand on their steady, always steady feet.

“Is it still River, or should I call you by another name?” A voice rang behind her, sweet as honey and cool like a midnight bath. Nile jumped around, heart fluttering at the sight of Quỳnh standing a mere step away from her.

“You’re late.” Nile crossed her arms and leaned back on her heels, rising a solitary eyebrow.

“I know,” Quỳnh said, a tilt of her chin answering her eyebrow.

“Decades late.”

“I know.” A pleased smirk grew over her features and Nile felt her own face split in two.

“What the hell took you so long?” The truly inhumane amount of alcohol she drank over the course of the night had finally caught up with her and the pleasant drunken buzz she had been seeking for weeks now stood in the way to Quỳnh, making her stumble over her feet with a bitten back giggle.

Quỳnh was fast, jumped the distance and got her hands on her shoulders, guiding Nile to lean back against a wall and avoiding an early meeting with the ground. Laughter broke between her teeth as her hands shot up to grab at her arms, fingers squeezing the warm flesh, running down to cradle her elbows in her palms. She stuttered at the fresh grass and salt suddenly surrounding her, Quỳnh’s scent so well ingrained into her memory it felt like walking over a home’s threshold, greeted with everything precious thing that made it matter.

“Missed you,” she murmured, looked up from her throat glistening to her dark gaze, laid with loving amusement on her. Nile’s knees felt so weak, would have buckled underneath her if it weren’t for Quỳnh’s solid grasp pinning her against the wall behind her, hips to hips and shoulders inches apart. Nile brought a hand to her face, sliding it across her cheek to bury it in her hair, thumbing her jaw gently.

“I know,” Quỳnh said again, nuzzled into her hand. “I missed you too. I looked for you in every swallow that crossed paths with me.” Nile felt herself blush, cheeks heating up and the top of her ears burning, as she always did when Quỳnh spoke like this to her, with the weight of all her years pouring down unto her as the sole catalyst. And here she thought entering her fourth century would have helped her withstand the strength of that attention.

“Nile,” she said quietly, her hand finding its natural place at the back of her neck, tugging Quỳnh closer. “You can call me Nile. You can always call me Nile.” She whispered against her lips, nose brushing with hers, time suspended around them, the smell of the rain and her perfume intoxicating, more so than the dozens of drinks she had tonight.