Not the same (Subira x F!Reader)
The Zaf writting after more than a year?! :0 This is short, but I hope you like it! Slowly learning to write again
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You ran downstairs, waving to Ashura as you flew off to Pavel's mines. You had to find some Palium for Sifuu and iron for Hodari. You didn't really know what they needed it for, but by now, you'd learned not to ask: it seemed like you were Kilima's official resource hunter, but you weren't complaining; at least you were having fun.
You knew there were still many mysteries to solve, especially the extinction of the ancient humans and the resurgence of a new branch of them. There was so much to learn, to understand, a piece of history that belonged to you and yet seemed so foreign.
Yet, for all the mysteries in the future, you felt comforted and protected by a village that, despite not belonging to their species, had opened the doors of their collective life to you. A little hard work and foraging was the least you could do for them, really.
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Subira looked at you through the window of her room at the inn as you walked down the path toward the central stables, feeling her heart race and the wave of guilt and doubt that always washed over her when she thought of you.
She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't feel this way about anyone, especially someone who had literally materialized from the void a few months ago. Relationships were forbidden for a reason, and she had sworn loyalty to the order.
But it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her loyalty from skewing toward her human.
It seemed silly, and a part of her scolded herself for her selfishness, but she couldn't deny that she truly thought of her as her human. The late-night escapades, the furtive glances, the brushes of hands as they walked side by side...the stolen kisses behind the inn and between missions. It was all too...intimate, private, and personal for the watcher not to feel a desire to belong, even if it was wrong.
This wasn't her home, and she had to remember that no matter how much it hurt…but it was too hard, and she wasn’t as strong as she had thought.
With each passing day, Subira found herself increasingly concerned about Y/N's well-being, whether she was eating well, feeling comfortable, and whether she wasn't overworking herself with so many materials she was collecting for everyone. The mission she was sent on seemed increasingly insignificant.
She had always hated feeling powerless, weak, and yet she didn't regret letting her guard down, baring her soul completely to a human whose existence shouldn't even be possible.
Maybe because of that smile.
Subira wasn't an idiot. She knew that once her mission in Kilima was complete, she would have to return to the capital, and as had been her custom since joining the order, never return. Perhaps that was why she spent as much time as she could justify with Y/N, to prolong her stay and create memories that she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life, along with longing, guilt, and regret.
Because she saw how most of the young men in the village looked at Y/N, and she knew that the human could have a life here with anyone she wanted after Subira left, but the older woman wouldn't break the rules for anyone else, and that was what set you two apart.
To you, she was just another option; to her, you were the only answer.