for the three-sentence fic... post ww1 gemma and matteo ❤️❤️❤️ (ps i’m working on the kstew prompt you sent me!! ❤️❤️❤️ does it count as a pirate au if she pirate movies/music?)
re: kstew and pirates: it counts as whatever you want it to count as, i’m just happy people let me throw ideas at their marvellous brains.
The last time they spoke, Gemma had shouted she never wanted to see him again and Matteo had said something as equally viciously mean back to her and although his back was turned to her as she left the hall, taking the stairs two at a time, he can picture it still so clearly in his mind’s eye as he looks at her now.
Four years has sharpened her, four bloody awful horrifying years Matteo spent in mud and blood and sweat and splinters of bone and wood and teeth and tears, watching friends die with one half of themselves twelve feet from the other, and dreaming of coming home to a soft bed and a warm hearth and no more noise. But her sharpness suits her, and Matteo offers her a smile just to watch how her cheekbones move under skin as she returns it.