‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’
first blood starters ( a. ) @girlfable.
“ dear nym, always looking out for me, ” sienna muses, sighing out a cloud of frustration. her former lover’s judgment shook the tigress like an earthquake, splitting apart the very foundation of her cold / firm facade. “ even when i don’t want you to. ” there’s no doubt that the once - leader had been bested by her underlings, leaving her a wounded animal to decay. but she recovers nonetheless, not allowing herself to rot away from existence as one might think someone with such defeated pride might do.
sienna is grateful for the maiden’s presence and care by her side, and would normally hiss and snarl that she was fine. but rather than argue with her ( as they had so many times, as they had when they tore their ties apart limb from limb ), she shuts her mouth this time. to roar now would be a waste of her breath, a growl she would regret later, and cost her the remaining strength resting in mighty lungs.
no, instead, she leans the crown of her head upon nym’s shoulder, and lets mocha lids flutter shut like butterflies’ wings ( the pain of being awake still plagues her so, after the close encounter with death itself ). her hand slips into that which is normally chilled to the bone ( but heated to typical temperature only for her ). khan hums, quietly, and it evolves into a warm purr that resonates in her chest as she dreams of better days.
