Fics like you will finally understand (why storms are named after people)

When Quynh finally emerged from the sea, the iron finally rusting away after all of these years, she found that five centuries had passed. And while she had dreamed, off and on, of a pale, unfamiliar man with a coward’s heart hanging above a frozen field, she had convinced herself that it had to be nothing more than a dream. Because in those visions, Andromache had abandoned the search. Had stopped her quest. And that couldn’t be right. Andromache would never do that to her. They were sealed in steel and sugar, in blood and in wine, in arrows and axes, the bite of each other’s blood stolen from the lips, holy in the only way that Quynh knew after so long away from her family’s faith. They vowed their marriage to each other on over a dozen battlefields around the world, died in each other’s arms, woke in each other’s arms with blood on their mouths, tasted dragon fruit and lychee from each other’s lips, breathed each other’s first and last so many times that Quynh doesn’t remember what it’s like not to have her oxygen entwined with Andromache’s. It’s impossible to imagine that there was a lifetime in which Andromache ever stopped searching. Not Quynh’s Andromache.

Fics like you will finally understand (why storms are named after people)

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