#OK but real talk... I didn't expect to get so many aylin/isobel prompts lmao

[optiwashere]

B5 for the moon lesbians please...... I have been starving for so long.......

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B5. A character that isn't used to being protected finds someone who will protect them from anything

The daughter of her goddess likely only knew protecting others. She only knew how to be the interceding shield suffering the pains of a fierce blow. She knew how to wield a sword for justice, with anger, and with a fierce, nearly unshakable pride.

Isobel knew, however, that Aylin had never known what it meant to be the one who needed the shield. They stood in the otherwise empty camp in a secluded bayside alleyway. Aylin paced on the small bridge while Isobel watched, irritated.

"You need rest, Aylin," Isobel insisted.

"Our comrades march onward to certain death into the grip of that madwoman Orin," said Aylin, hand tightening into a fist that lasted for only a breath. She turned to Isobel. "How dare I lounge when they suffer?"

"My love, do you remember what you said when you returned from that wizard's tower?"

"Lorroakan? That swine was no wizard, he was—"

"Aylin." Isobel steeled her voice and glowered at Aylin.

A sudden, almost sheepish reticence crossed Aylin's face. "I suffered a lassitude that I still feel. It is as if I am a piece of twine coming apart at both ends, and I cannot understand why I am being pulled taut."

"You need rest. Contemplation." Isobel approached her, resting a hand on Aylin's chest. "You are a warrior, but you don't have to fight every battle if there are others capable of doing so."

"I shall let none believe that Dame Aylin flees a battle."

"You are not fleeing," chided Isobel, "but you are letting me sit with you. You'll let me have that, won't you? We can talk. We can watch the bay."

She gestured towards the open waters with a few unmoored ships floating in an almost idyllic tenderness. The waves around the ships hardly crested. Even the wind was gentle. A light breeze slid between both women as they looked across the water.

"Will it be like those days before?" Aylin asked softly.

"Yes, of course."

"Will you...?"

Isobel waited, but she knew Aylin wouldn't say it. "I'll name every kind of bird that flies past us, and I'll brush your hair all the while. If only you'll let me."

Still gazing upon the waves, the corner of Aylin's scar-cracked lips curled into a faint smile. "I would like that."