This war has brought us pain, and suffering, and loss.
Paragon version | Renegade version
little red riding hood ; there’s such a fine line between loving and killing the girl in red.
They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do! By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs… and the courage of our hearts!
Up here in the cold thin air I finally can breathe
I know I left a life behind but I’m too relieved to grieve
La Liberte by James Broadhurst & Lydia-Jane Saunders for Fashionising.com
That’s what happens in a crisis. All the bullshit falls away, and what’s left is so raw and vulnerable.
Imagine your otp of otps. Now, imagine Person A in a deserted parking lot; they’re bruised, battered, sprawled about in a pool of their own blood… lifeless. In the distance a vehicle approaches and soon comes to a screeching halt as Person B scrambles out of the driver’s side. They sprint to their loved Person A’s side nearly tripping on a pothole in their panic-ridden rush. Person B kneels down, with trembling hands they delicately pick up Person A’s still-warm corpse. Person B’s eyes quickly begin to fill with blinding tears as a vast wave of grief crashes over them. Person B holds their dearly departed impossibly close to their own body almost as if trying to merge the two into one. Mere seconds later, sirens wail from afar, drawing near. Person B tightens the grip on Person A embracing their fleeting warmth before being separated by first responders not a few minutes later.
Yeah, this is a fanmix for that.