•THE LANCELOT• {lafayette x reader}

The fighting won't stop. The bleeding won't clot. The voice in my head yelling at me to give up won't be quiet. I want to give in, but I still want to live. I reach out for anyone, yet my fingers only brush against their body and slip out of my grasp before I can capture them.
Then again, this is war-a revolution that was caused by a revelation. A raging and disintegrating fire sparked from a single match.

The fighting will never end. The wounds will never heal. The voice will always berate me, but my determination will never be concealed. "A woman's place is the kitchen," is what they say, but watch as I stand in an encampment today. Watch as I prove myself by fighting up to the top-unbeatable and chasing after the honor I once sought.
Bravey is the place for war.
Love is not.

✎cover art by: focsle on tumblr ( focsle.tumblr.com )

begun april eighteenth, twenty seventeen