FuckinPoind3xter again (shocker) with another drabble, this one for the 100 (obviously) and I hope you all enjoy this and come back for the story when its posted ;)
Lyrics: Oats In the Water by Ben Howard
There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now
It's a fear that never leaves.
She leads an army, she always has the fear of losing a soldier, losing a member of her family.
But with her...with her, it's different.
Because she loves this woman, this one that looks at her differently. One that doesn't see her as a freak when she paddles through the water, one that doesn't judge and opens up and lets her just be another woman when they lie together against the rotting leaves, beneath a canopy of old bowing pines and oaks.
"I love you."
Something so simple, something so sacred these days, and it flies past her lips effortlessly.
Without a second thought.
This confuses her, while the woman she does love just stares, patient with reciprocation.
So patient with her, patient with someone who has had to be cautious her entire life, patient with someone who has been so stiff with this whole situation. She doesn't know how to move, what to say, how to be and it's...it's confusing, but also exciting, and gut-wrenching and still so exciting.
Because no one has ever made her feel quite like this.
"I..." She hesitates, as she always does, listening to the brackish water slip against her skin. "I...I love you too."
And there's jubilation in those eyes that look at her like there's nothing else worth looking at. As if the stars above were nothing but dust beneath her nails, as of the breaking dawn was no more than a misplaced bruise.
And it makes her fears...a little less.
