I skimmed through looking for a Good Kaysanova one, but this stopped me in my tracks and I thought it was destined for Andy and Quynh.
Hi Danielle!! Thank you so much for the prompt, it is indeed perfect for Andromaquynh! I was listening to my discover weekly playlist on Spotify and while writing this song came up and honestly it made me think so much of Andy and Quynh I wanted to share it as well! I made myself a little sad while writing this, but I hope you enjoy it 💛
Greek 11. Do you imagine me? (Με φαντάζεσαι;)
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Sometimes, Andy dreams of Quynh.
They’re not like the visions she used to have before they met, treasured companions in a time marked by a bleak isolation she only realized the pain of once it was gone. These new dreams are forced prosecutors, cruel and haunting.
Some of them are memories. Memories warped by the stretch of time and the absurd filter of sleep. They are painful when she wakes, emphasizing an absence Andy still doesn’t know how to move around. She clings to them all the same. They remind her there was once something there to fill the absence.
Others are nothing but fabrications of her mind, dictated by the lawless realm of dreams. They leave her confused, her heart pounding like hooves on the steppes as if it wishes to flee to the ends of the earth where they used to say peacefulness reigns. Sometimes they feel so real (Quynh, though in clothes of centuries past, laughing with them at the table. Quynh offering her opinions in briefings. Quynh sitting next to her in the car.) she can hardly breathe when the spell breaks.
But those are not the worst dreams.
The worst ones are the ones she has when she’s awake.
While cooking, phantom arms circle her waist. While fighting, a mute voice warns her for approaching attackers, followed by the hiss of an arrow flying through the air and burying itself deep inside a chest a second before her axe does. While laughing, there’s another laughter in harmony with hers and the shimmering of a smile that blinds her.
She’s reading a book and Quynh is sitting at her feet. It’s not the first time she appears so devastatingly clearly, but it only happens on rare occasions. Andy pinches her arm to be sure it’s not a dream.
She can almost feel the warmth, the weight of Quynh’s head on her thigh, can hear the faintest hint of a song hummed by a voice Andy works hard on not to forget.
With trembling fingers, she reaches out to the shining, black hair. The strands barely move beneath her touch though she can feel them clearly. Quynh’s head leans back into the touch ever so slightly, the song ceasing in favor of a content sigh. Andy bites her bottom lip until she tastes blood.
After a while, through the taste of metal on her tongue, she says, “You’re in my head.”
Quynh only hums an affirmation, then she softly picks up the song again.
“All that time,” Andy whispers. “All those people I’ve lost. My mother, my sisters, my tribe. Lykon. And you are the only one I can’t- I don’t want to let go.”
Quynh is harmonizing on a non-existent lead melody. That was always Andy’s part.
Andy wishes she could see her dark eyes. Andy fears she might.
She tightens her fingers in Quynh’s hair. “Do you imagine me, too?”
“Would you want me to?” Quynh’s voice sounds as if from miles away, but it weighs on Andy’s chest like the ocean all the same.
“Yes,” Andy answers with a shuddering breath. “No. I don’t know. Whatever would cause you less pain.”
“Ah, let’s say then that I am imagining you, my Andromache. Let’s say I am imagining you every waking moment and all the moments in between, and that in your smile I find a remedy even more fulfilling than death.”
She continues the song again and after a while, Andy joins her through her quiet sobs.
I was tagged by @daniela-bella @breannacasey and @moviegeek03 (and probably someone else, sorry I've forgotten) to take this quiz:
what kind of writer are you?
I'd like to think that parts of this are true, and that I am really the kind of writer that entice readers and drag them in with incredible stories. I, however, am not sure that I am such a writer. I'm just a girl trying to find a way to let go of her demons. And maybe one day, I'll be able to make it to a publishing house and see my dream come true.
Thank you so so much for tagging me @cryhardanddanceharder, @daniwouldnever, @daniela-bella, really thank you very much!!! <3<3<3
the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exist in a world that is hard to live in. Whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.
Ok hhh I know if I'll try to get everyone I'll end up forgetting some and I'll feel bad, so this is literally just the first ten that come to my mind, don't feel bad if you're not on it!
My bestie @schokosweety (are you even still on here sometimes? XD nvm I'll send you a screenshot on tele) <3
@jackwolfskid for our author/artist solidarity <3<3<3 and just general chats :) love that we've been in more contact again lately!
And literally all of my other mutuals, all creators I reblog from and all my friends!!! Sry I don't have the energy to make a longer post to get everyone, but I do appreciate you all very much <3
I was tagged by @daniela-bella @breannacasey and @moviegeek03 (and probably someone else, sorry I've forgotten) to take this quiz:
what kind of writer are you?
I'd like to think that parts of this are true, and that I am really the kind of writer that entice readers and drag them in with incredible stories. I, however, am not sure that I am such a writer. I'm just a girl trying to find a way to let go of her demons. And maybe one day, I'll be able to make it to a publishing house and see my dream come true.
