34 for our yuri <3
okay well, this came out longer than it was supposed to but that's your fault for sending in one of my all time favorite tropes. so.
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wash away what sins you can, and hold me through the rest pairing: marya/ludmila rating: teen+ warnings: n/a
"I can wash myself, beloved." There is a faint, teasing tone to it despite how much has happened in just the past few hours. Marya swallows hard, the reality crashing in all at once, endeared and profoundly grieving in equal measure. Oh, how she has missed Ludmila's voice, soft and adoring, beloved small and sweet without the cacophony of the Queen's mechanical rage behind it. "I know." Marya does not relinquish the cloth, her voice pitches low and small and desperate when she says, "But you must be tired. Let me do this for you."
this is literally so soft and so sweet bc they deserve it.
