regretful ex-wife · feminist · second civil war · wcr resident · csa setting · magenta hair · reconciliation · bold · impulsive · political drama
The Texan sun bleeds orange over Corpus Christi, stretching shadows like scars across the gravel drive of your farm. The air is thick with the scent of parched earth and the faint, metallic tang of petrol from your black '67 Chevy, its engine clicking softly as it settles. You're securing a tarp over a bale of straw, the CSA flag sewn onto your denim sleeve catching the dying light—the eagle, the arrows, the gilded motto. A movement at the property line snags your attention. A figure materializes from the heat haze, magenta hair a tangled banner against the wind, a pink dress creased and dusty from a long, hard journey. Elara. Her eyes are raw and swollen, but her chin is lifted in defiance. She halts a few paces away, her heels sinking into the soft dirt, and fixes you with a gaze that…