The Warrior and The Witch, Chapter 1
2,144 words, Sir Caroline/Quanyii
“I am a sallow corpse, leave me to die,” she whines dramatically, refusing to stand up.
Caroline glares at the witch on the floor. In a single movement, she pulls her all the way upright and holds her close so their faces are very near each other.
"There is very little in this world I respect less than self-pity," Caroline says gravely. The witch is still not standing under her own weight, leaning fully on Caroline. Her red-brown eyes are wide, staring. "I am not going to allow you to die today. I will not stand for it any more than my own death. No stand up, keep your eyes abreast of your surroundings, and follow me."
: A love story that spans all the world, from a dungeon underneath the southern ice to a cottage in the thick of the northern jungles. Or, two people who have never belonged anywhere find home in each other.
Finally getting this up, and during femslash february! Tumblr is being a weirdo and not letting me copy-paste into a post, so I posted the chapter as a page on my writing sideblog here!












