[SEMI-CLOSED] i am my mother's savage daughter.

[killtime]

Who ⬤ The Bastard Andromache & her associates
What ⬤ Catch-all adventures for the Worst Cop Woman™
When ⬤ Late August through September
Where ⬤ The Department offices, Enma and Shuten Territories, etc.
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex. To be updated as needed!

⬤ Permission's Post
⬤ @ whaler#7695 for starters!
⬤ Wildcards welcome from existing CR

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[killtime]

[ 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: ]

...It hurts, Em. It hurts so much.

[medicative]

[Andy will feel rather than see the nod. she knows, she is here to say you are heard. holding her so close, that the warmth of her body might ward off any chill, that there is something real to lean against. she doesn't have to be a queen, a goddess, a warrior - she can be a woman who loves and hurts and wants to be enveloped in the same tenderness she gives to others.

gently, Emily presses a kiss to her hair, tucking her head in her shoulder, breathing steadily. it's okay. say and do what you need. scream and curse and break things, just let it occur for you. she'll still be here. she'd do anything for her, right now.]

[killtime]

[ Maybe it's dangerous, to make an unspoken offer like that to a creature both so volatile and so weak. Andy is flayed open, all her raw feelings exposed to the woman holding her, kissing her so gently — and it makes her greedy, hungry for what comfort she can get when every part of her aches with loss and grief. She's never claimed to be a good person. She's never said she wasn't selfish.

It's an act of both need and self-sabotage when she turns in Emily's arms, pushing forward to crush their mouths together, her hands fisting tightly in Emily's clothes. ]

[medicative]

[this is no tender kiss to let her down gently, this is a kiss that snatches the breath from her lungs, hot and insistent and laced with the pain that Andy feels. and Emily doesn't know what to do other than to kiss her back, as if that would offer something to ease it, if that will give her stability, if she needs it.

the fabric of her dress crumples easily under Andy's hands, keeping them together - Emily doesn't know what to do with her own, still holding on but not the most sure. holding, not grasping for. this is new territory for her.]

[killtime]

[ She's not using her head — not thinking — because if she was, she would know better than to do this. Before, there had always been an unspoken line between them that neither had ever crossed — but she's nothing more than pain and feeling now, guided by need and impulse when she backs Emily up against the nearest wall. Her body presses up flush against Emily's, the water clinging to her hair and her skin soaking through Emily's dress.

Her exhale into the space between their mouths is unsteady. ]

I need you.

[ It's a question. ]

[medicative]

Andy...

[don't say that to her. because her heart on reflex begins to bleed, because she needs her and that's enough to have her offer, to carve a space in herself and let Andy in. how can she tell her no, seeing that pain, wanting to relieve her, wanting things to be all right again?

she kisses her instead, trying to pour all she feels into it, hands tangling into dark hair. what can she do apart from weep for her? what can she do apart from give even more, to try and numb away that sorrow? what does she want - take it, if it helps.]