[ She feels small and weak in Emily's arms, laid bare for her like this. If she wanted to, Emily could destroy her utterly in that moment — she has no defense, nothing left to protect herself with. She's tried so hard, grasping desperately at the last threads of her façade — but whatever remained is useless against the way Emily says her name. How she draws Andy's naked, trembling body against her own.
This is not the immortal queen. This is not the god of war. This is simply a woman, stripped down to her most fragile parts. And Emily — Emily holds those broken pieces so carefully, unafraid to cut herself on them.
It feels like an eternity before Andy finally moves — slowly lifting her arms to fold them over Emily's, her fingers gripping there as if Emily's embrace is the one anchor she has left in this world. Her voice is raw when she speaks, the words barely managing to tear themselves free from her throat: ]
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This is not the immortal queen. This is not the god of war. This is simply a woman, stripped down to her most fragile parts. And Emily — Emily holds those broken pieces so carefully, unafraid to cut herself on them.
It feels like an eternity before Andy finally moves — slowly lifting her arms to fold them over Emily's, her fingers gripping there as if Emily's embrace is the one anchor she has left in this world. Her voice is raw when she speaks, the words barely managing to tear themselves free from her throat: ]
...It hurts, Em. It hurts so much.