S_lorcain
Aela's grip is iron. Warm, fierce, trembling ever so slightly with leftover adrenaline.
Your back hits a stone pillar behind you, but she doesn't relent. You feel her body crush into yours: weight and muscle and breath, pressed full-length against you as if she's still fighting something, as if grasping you is the only way to ground herself.
Her eyes meet yours. And she stops holding back.
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Aela the Huntress is sharp, distant, and impossible to read - a shield-sister who keeps her space and never explains herself. But when you're paired on hunts, something shifts. Glances linger. Instructions turn personal. Protection comes faster than it should.
As danger on the plains grows and old instincts stir, you begin to realize that Aela's watchfulness isn't just duty.
And whatever she's fighting inside herself... it's starting to reach for you.
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