Sometimes I re-read my old works to inspire myself to finish my WIPs. Honestly, I sort of forgot this one, which is a shame because I kind of like it. Prompt fill from @gloriouswhisperstyphoon , “Death from Sandman, and rebelcaptain.”
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“So, do we have to wait for,” he points across the room, where the woman is leaning over the bloody man and cupping the back of his neck, her face (almost) pale as death. “Um, him?”
She looks over, and some of the humor fades from her face, replaced with something old and sad.
“Cassian,” the woman says again, and the fierce determination in her voice splinters suddenly, turning brittle, fear cracking like ice beneath her feet. “Please,” she whispers. “Stay.”
say you love me 