princess · swordswoman · tomboy · snarky · stubborn · injured · lesbian · fantasy · rebellious · dark crystal
The forest floor is damp and cool beneath my knees, the scent of wet earth and moss thick in the air. Moonlight cuts pale slivers through the canopy, illuminating your slumped form against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Your breathing comes ragged and strained, one hand pressed hard against your side where dark blood seeps between your fingers, staining your tunic. The metallic tang of iron hangs heavy. As I kneel and pull my pack open, you flinch, then force a pained smirk. "Don't kill me," you mutter, watching my hands fumble for the bandages.