Oct 17, 2023
*drops pynch as domestic lesbians and runs away*
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*drops pynch as domestic lesbians and runs away*
Oh no...do I have to write fem!Pynch now...?
old trc doodles that ive found
Thinking bout fem!pynch neck kisses cus I’m.... yearning
pictured above: rowan/eve ch. 5 spoilers out of context
the context
nobody:
me: what if I copied out pynch scenes from cdth and made them wlw for no reason at all 👀
Rowan and Eve helping each other climb over brambles in Cabeswater 👀👀👀👀
as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
“Careful now,” Rowan cautioned. In her dreams, she had walked these paths a hundred times - she knew every mound and hidden ditch, every knot of branches or cluster of rocks. Cabeswater may have been welcoming, but it was not without its dangers: it was just about knowing how to navigate them, and she had become practiced in that art over many nights.
Eve, however, did not have that advantage. She had come into Cabeswater a stranger, not a long-lost friend. It was only after her sacrifice – I will be your hands; I will be your eyes, she’d said, and it sent a chill down Rowan’s spine whenever she remembered the unshakeable purpose in Eve’s voice – that the forest had begun welcoming her as its own.
Eve didn’t let that stop her, however, because Eve Parrish let absolutely fucking nothing stop her. Rowan sort of loved that about her. Ok, so she maybe kind of just loved her, plain and simple.
Be that as it may, Eve had insisted they venture into Cabeswater because she’d sensed a disturbance in the ley line – It’s like you think you’re some fucking Jedi, Rowan had snarked; a pleasant Shut up, Lynch, had been the immediate reply – so here they were.
Eve was carefully picking her way through the brambles, so Rowan turned ahead to scout their path forward, when she heard the sound of a branch snapping, giving way, and a loud yelp behind her.
“Eve!”, she shouted, immediately turning on her heel and reaching back to grab one of Eve’s wrists to keep her from falling, but missing and getting her hand instead. They stood like that for a moment, frozen in place. The sudden thought occurred to Rowan that she hardly ever used Parrish’s first name; now she felt, absurdly, like she’d given herself away. But Eve hadn’t seemed to notice. Rowan followed her eyes down, to see vines wrapped around Eve’s legs in a most peculiar, deliberate, unnatural way. They’d stopped her from falling before Rowan could even turn.
Cabeswater. The forest had protected its magician.
Rowan looked back up to meet Eve’s eyes, blue and sharp and clever. Uncanny.
She thought about the vines of her forest wrapped around Eve’s calves. She thought about her hand wrapped around Eve’s long, graceful fingers. As in dreams, so in life.
According to the Bible, Eve had been created from a rib. Maybe that was why looking at her made Rowan feel like someone had punched a hole into her chest and stolen something.
“You good to go, Parrish?” she rasped.
Eve nodded. “I think so.” The vines fell gently from her legs.
“Freak of nature,” Rowan commented amiably. “Takes one to know one,” Eve replied cheerily.
It was true enough, and that made it feel like an intimately shared secret instead of an insult.
They walked on.
can you believe this fem!pynch fic is probably gonna be around 10K