#permetstu

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

the entire scene with douxie and stuart in this fic. i was gonna give a serious scene but this scene is just so funny to me i love being a comedian

4. total number of words you wrote this year

on ao3 my word count is 16,416 - but i have some things in my docs i've never posted + wips i'm not finished with yet. that'd probably only get me to 17k though

15. something you learned this year

rarepairs are the best to write for because chances are someone WILL comment, just because the community is so thirsty for content

21. most memorable comment/review

this thread about the wonders of homoeroticism. i was so surprised by these comments but it just goes back to the rarepair thing - rarepair shippers will write a whole ass essay under your fic it's the best

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone to read

i couldn't think of a fic so instead i'm gonna say go read my gifts because they're all very good

It takes time. 

It takes time that Andy had always believed she would have. She believed that when her time came it would be like her fallen friend, that Andy’s final breath would be in the heat of battle. But now her bones ache when she wakes in the morning, she finds grey hair in the mirror, and Andy’s time on this earth is finite. 

All things must die. 

Like hell, Andy is going to go down easy though. Her time is reduced to decades and she will make every moment of it, refusing to leave without doing some good, without making sure her family will be fine without her. 

Time is finally catching up to Andy and she can’t escape it, her patience has grown thin since her mortality and she’s often being reminded by the people who love her to slow down. Andy will, briefly, but she couldn’t sit still for too long. 

For Quynh though? 

For Quynh Andy had all the patience in the world.

“It’s just a piece of junk,” Quynh says as they stand on the grassy shore. She’s looking out at the small lake, her eyes on the two-person paddleboat that Nile and Joe were unsuccessfully trying to steer back to shore. Normally Quynh would be laughing at the younger immortal’s antics, but Andy knows her mind is somewhere else. Her beloved is back on the boat, screaming as her tomb is thrown overboard. 

Andy grasps Quynh’s hand and squeezes tightly, acting as an anchor for the other woman, bringing her back to the present.

“Wounds need time to heal love,” Andy says softly, bringing her free hand up to caress Quynh’s face, her thumb rubbing gentle circles on the apple of her cheek. “You’ve got time.”

“You don’t though,” Quynh replies quickly, looking at Andy with a heavy expression, her grief painted on every line of her face. Quynh closes her eyes and breathes deeply, centering herself. She’s not as open with her emotions as she was all those centuries ago, and Andy can’t falt Quynh for her trauma. People change over time, she’s not the same woman that Quynh knew, and Quynh is a different person as well. 

They have each other again though. They’ve changed but they’re together again, they’re whole once more.

Quynh is silent for a good while, watching out on the lake, her hand never leaving Andy’s. Eventually, she huffs, and stands suddenly, pulling up Andy with her.

“Let’s get one of those ridiculous contraptions,” Quynh’s pulling them towards the boat rental, determination set in her features. Andy could talk her heart out of doing something too soon, but she knows that when Quynh gets into one of these moods that no one can stop her.