she stares out into an field clouded with smoke. razed to the ground, gentle, swaying reeds nothing but ash. the air chokes her. the scent of burning blood and charred skin mingling, hot as fire. no. no. she left. it was over, she escaped. yet her fingers curl around her kopis. carved with every bullet, every life she took.
she did this. pulled the trigger. willingly watching the light fade from the opposing side.
her hands dig into the soot beneath her feet, searing against the scars littering her skin. searching desperately for something, anything, soil beneath the blackened earth. nothing. nothing, nothing. nothing but bones, cracked and stark white, crumbling in her hands. a bullet to the head. the ribs. the spine. a familiar pendant, tarnished and decaying.
Outis' eyes fly open as she lurches, chest heaving. her eyes dart around in the gloom- her quarters. neat, quiet. dusty at the edges. a hand gently squeezes her wrist, and her gaze lands on you, petrified.
your voice is so soft. nothing like the screams, the sobs of pain from rotting bodies. Outis' head tilts. nodding. a drop of blood beading on her tongue between her teeth. the necklace she gave you glimmers at your throat, pristine and free of rust.
something she'd never admit, not to anyone but you. your arms wrap gently around her torso, and Outis shudders, melting into the embrace. the rigid posture of a soldier bleeds away, leaving her a pathetic, shaking mess.
perhaps she can afford to be broken. just for tonight.
her lips graze your cheek, light as a feather and twice as soft. she buries her face into the crook of your neck and exhales. allowing the tension to dissolve from her frame and pressing a secret into your skin.
even if I am no one deserving.
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