answered:
Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms
Accepting!
To think that the mercenary at one point in time, was nervous about
laying her sword upon humans.
She’d do it in a heartbeat now.
A growl came to chaste lips as Luna whipped her head around to face
Camilla’s attacker and with a cry she lunged with her sword drawn.
This is no time to cry.
No time to bawl
nor whine.
She must fight for what she loved.
Because she may never get the chance to avenge again.