#stellanea

We’re just 20 days away from the beginning of femslash week! I hope you’re all doing great! Are your works ready? Are you still working on them? Do you plan on improvising for each day?

i acually decided to do all of them, haha, they’ll be out shortly after this!

"Stella, listen, I'm fi- Stella! It's just a scratch, come on!" Aranea grabbed the younger blonde's hands, pulling them away from the blood soaked cloth concealing what was most certainly not just a scratch.

Said blonde just rolled her eyes, peeling the makeshift bandages away from her girlfriend's side. Aranea hissed, and squirmed around in her seat. "Don't think I won't restrain you if that's what it'll take to have you sit still."

"Kinky. As if screwing a ghost wasn't enough."

"Must you?" Stella sighed, but a small smile fell upon her face, and she began cleaning the wound.

Aranea leant forward, wincing, and kissed Stella's cheek. "Absolutely." They fell into quiet silence, sharp intakes of breath every now and then when Stella pressed too hard against the wound.

"So, what was it this time?"

"Some daemon...a Yojimbo maybe? Somethin' with a sword." At Stella's raised brow she frowned. "I don't know, it was dark!"

"It's always dark." Murmured Stella, pulling away from the freshly wrapped wound. Aranea shuffled over on their bed, and Stella hopped up, curling herself into Aranea's side. "What am I to do if next time you don't see it coming it all?"

"Babe, I'm not that bad a fighter." Stella shook her head, and looked away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"I didn't say that, it's just...even the most experienced fighters can get caught off guard. I wish you wouldn't be so carefree about your safety."

"Hey, Stella. Look at me." Aranea's hand was warm on Stella's cheek, and pulled it towards her, eyes locking. "I can take care of myself just fine, okay? I'm not gonna leave you here."

"I know...I just wish I could do more to help." Aranea chuckled, pressing her lips to Stella's head.