WIP the day after Wednesday
Tagged by the lovely @followingthewolf. @thegoldendeerhouse and @lacrymosa-of-lavellan from btv.
I have something to share for once which feels like a victory in these times (cw: past trauma) ---------------------------------------- “Want to talk about it?” “No… I don’t know,” Ellana sighs, shifting closer. Cassandra hugs her tighter, slings her thigh over Ellana’s hip. Ellana doesn’t feel like she deserves the comfort Cassandra so easily gives her, but she’s glad that she’s there with her. Waking alone from those nightmares was always hard, but having Cassandra beside her makes the panic and phantom pains easier to manage. Easier to realise that they aren’t real, and that she’s not back in that alleyway in a time that feels like another life - scared and covered in her own blood, alone and hunted. “I’m glad you’re here,” Ellana murmurs the thought somewhere into Cassandra’s collarbone, settling herself under the weight of Cassandra’s thigh. “Always,” Cassandra replies, sounding more alert than she was moments earlier. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ellana jokes with a lightness she doesn’t quite feel. The urge to deflect from her true feelings not quite leaving her even in the safety of Cassandra’s arms apparently. “You know what I mean,” Cassandra sighs, her thumb flexing against her waist absently. “I do,” Ellana agrees quietly. “Sorry.” “Stop apologising,” Cassandra admonishes her softly. “I know you are. You don’t need to keep saying it.”Cassandra never was one to mince words. It's one of the many reasons Ellana loved her after all. “Thank-you,” Ellana laughs softly. “Oh?” “For being you.” “Who else would I be?” It takes Ellana a moment to realise that she’s being teased, clicks her tongue in annoyance.
