Title: On life, in Wanting
Spoilers/Warning: none; mentions of blood
Summary: the first time they kiss.
On Life, in Wanting
It was a hasty, hot-blooded thing. Literally: Sara still remembers warm blood seeping through her shirt, the weight of the dead man on her chest as she thrust him away from her. Then there had been Nyssa’s strong arms pulling her up, out of the way of her would-be killer, into an embrace that felt like the closest thing to home, to safety, that Sara had felt in far too long.
She was still weak, still tired. She’d been in the League’s care for a week or so, known Nyssa only a little longer – known her only as the woman who had not turned her in when she’d spotted her pick-pocketing, who had instead brought her food, a blanket, medicine for her cough. Known her as the woman who had offered her a way out, brought her here, cleaned her up, offered her the sort of kindness she hadn’t experienced since Oliver – since…