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♞ Brown skin glimmered with sweat in the candlelit cave, choked gasps and groans emerging from chapped lips. Grainy images flashed through Casca’s unconscious mind, the reminiscent smell of blood all too real as her body thrashed and twitched. She awoke screaming, when the memories became too.. vivid. 

Confused by her surroundings, she began to panic. Moist cave walls illuminated by nothing but wearing candles and slits of moonlight encompassed her vision, and she jumped to her feet in a haze. She fell and busted her knees immediately, wobbling back up to a standing position, she looked down at her legs. They were trembling, and it wasn’t due to fear or adrenaline. She wailed at the memory, blood caked ebony locks bouncing as she ran. 

“Casca?” 

A familiar voice called out to her, and she darted towards what she believed to be Rickert. “Rickert!!? Rickert, where are you?” her eyes stung with tears, could it be? Was he truly alive? Then, does that mean..?  Her heart soared with the hope that it was all a dream, that everyone was okay, that she’d be met with a smug and drunken Band of The Hawk next to a warm fire. 

Foolish. 

What she was met with instead was a hysterical Rickert, kneeling next to an unconscious and mummified Guts. Her heart fell again.

“No! Guts!..” she cried.♘ 

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                            A journal entry from my muse.♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.

The dark skinned woman sat alone at a camp fire, scrawling away in her leather bound journal, kept together by knots. It was one of her most precious belongings, and as far as she knew- absolutely no one knew about it. If they did, they were smart enough to keep their damned mouths shut.

Being in a mercenary full of men, being the only woman was hard enough. There were some things she could vent to these men about, but there were other.. more private things that she could not. Not even Griffith knew of the things that lye in this journal. 

The date is unknown. The year is 1160,

Where does the time go? It has already been a three years that Captain Guts has been with us as an official member of The Band of The Hawk. I never thought I’d take a shining to this man. For in all of my days spent with him he’s been nothing but a nuisance, a blubbering fool who had only gotten in my way, and yet on this day I have seen him in a new light.

It was another encounter with Chuder’s men, their affiliation is lost to me due to me fainting. Gross. It hurts just to write it. Of course I was rescued by Guts, the band’s constant hero. I wasn’t aware of what had happened until I came to consciousness hours later in a cave, miles below where we’d just been fighting to victory.. I remember my first thought was wondering why I’d been wet. I can to find out later that I’d fallen over the edge of a cliff into a body of water, and Guts came barreling after me, and took care of me in my unconscious state.

I was furious when I woke. Why did it have to be him? Of all people, of course it was him. The one man I’d wish it not to be- even Corkus would have been preferable in my own mind. I yelled and shouted and threw things, but not had the strength to do much more. I cried to him afterward, and I explained to him the woes of being a woman. A man could never understand what it felt like to be out of place in an army of men. He would never know the pain of being a sword that did not fit inside of its sheath.

I expected him to mock me, or to laugh at me but he did neither of those things. He actually listened to me, and did not judge me for my weakness. I still don’t know why he did this for me. I don’t know why’d do any of it. I’ve been nothing but awful to him and he has done nothing but bleed for me. Why do anything for me at all?

It wasn't until today that I realized I cared for him. We were ambushed amidst our return back to the band, and he took on 100 men by himself, letting me flee to get help. I still remember what he said to me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget. 

“return to your sheath.”

Was that really why, Guts? Or are you just suicidal? When I returned to you, I thought you were dead. I never thought my eyes would burn for you and yet they did. I never thought my heart would be relieved to see you well, and yet it was. I never thought I’d embrace you, but I did. That stupid damn grin of yours made me happy- happier than I ever thought you could make me. I suppose you are full of surprises. 

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The cursing he had expected, even the sword pointing and maybe yes even to actually be stabbed by her. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time after all. Letting out a sigh, Guts looked up, mostly to let Casca get the cursing and confusion out of her system before he tried to take this any step further. Of course she was emotional about him suddenly blurting out words he couldn’t even whisper when they’d been intimate, randomly while trying to convince her to leave Griffith with Jerdeu after how long she’d struggled to get him back. By the time he looked back down she was piratically standing against his chest and for a moment he remembered when she once bashed her breast plate into his and he’d been dumb struck by the action at the time, like he very nearly was now. If she was mad, why was she so close? Aannnd then she was grabbing his face and kissing him.Guts wanted to both grab her and kiss her back friendly and pull her away to yell that she was nuts. He chose a middle ground and pressed back against her lips, snaking his arms around her waist but doing no more then that. He very nearly forgot that he had come to try and talk with her about Jerdeu’s offer because of her blasted soft lips and pulled away with a little annoyed grunt, standing at his full height but not removing his arms from around her waist. “So now do you understand why I want you to take up Jerdeu’s offer with me? I don’t even know why I had to say it, thought I made how I felt pretty damn plain.”

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♞ The moment ended abruptly as Guts pulled back to question her, and her face immediately fell. 

“Is that how you talk to a woman you just confessed your love to?” she barked, but her voice cracked. Rolling her eyes at his bluntness, she wiped her tear streaked face and looked up at him, her amber hues meeting his darker ones. Promptly avoiding his inquiry, she instead bit her lip as she thought.

Her hesitation was obvious. After everything they’d done to get Griffith back, to reunite the Band of the Hawk, and he wanted her to just walk away from it all. Everything she’d ever known revolved around this mercenary group, the people she’d grown to love as family. Did she even know how to live outside of this?

“Do you understand what you’re asking of me, Guts? I have to know before I can answer you.”  ♘ 

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"I am in love with you— there, I said it"

♞ Bronze cheeks flushed as heartbeat accelerated, dazed and in disbelief. What did he just say? What the fuck? Auburn orbs grew wide as dinner plates, Casca’s head spinning. She felt as though time had stopped completely as a vortex of emotions swallowed her whole. She wanted to scream at him, and embrace him at once. She wanted to tear into him and fall into him at the same time, she wanted  e v e r y t h i n g  in this very moment.

He’d finally returned, after all of this time. After everything, he was finally home. She was so enraged, so exasperated.. So relieved. How could he just leave her like that? He could he just walk away, without a single glance back in her direction? How could he just waltz right back into her life and make her heart skip a beat like he’d never even left? How could he say that as she pointed her sword at him?!

“I’m gonna throw up.” was her first response.

Her first instinct was to call him a liar, to shout out in defiance and ask him “how fucking dare you make me so weak?”, but she believed him. Trusted him completely, and that scared her more than anything. More than monsters, more than death itself. Loving someone is what terrified her the most. Her lips began to quiver as all of the emotions building in her belly seemed to finally erupt from her mouth, eyes burning with tears. 

“Fuck you!” she shouted, walking towards this.. this idiot! This complete fucking idiot, this dumb ass who risked his life every day because he liked it, this man who fought like a beast and relished in the taste of blood, who tore peoples throats out with his teeth but held her like she was the most fragile and delicate flower. This fucking idiot who treated her with tenderness and respect, this asshole who was everything she never knew she wanted, who was everything she ever needed. She jabbed her finger into his armor, sobs racking her body.

“Fuck you.” she whispered this time, leaning into his armored chest, defeated. She cried, yet laughed at the same time.

 She couldn't say it back. 

She didn't know how, or if she even could. So instead she pulled his stupid idiot face against her own, and smashed her lips to his. He’d know what it meant. ♘