Catching My Breath
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Quynh still hasn’t cried, despite everything. Not that Andy has seen, anyway. The tension of it acts as a barricade. A tightly strung arrow. It quivers. It chills. Sometimes Andy sees her there. Standing. Staring off into some middle distance with her hand wrapped loosely around her own throat. Is she feeling the pulse there as it thrums steady and constant beneath her fingers. The reassuring rush of blood-contained in her veins, the flow of oxygen smoothly through her system. As it should be. As it should have been. Is she just not sure of it yet? That breath will come in and out of her lungs in easy, regular intervals. That her chest will fill and empty without force. Without that cold, aching agony.
Just how many times had she drowned?
An exploration of breath and the Ship of Theseus.
Can easily be read as a stand alone.Series
- Part 1 of Catching My Breath
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The world around them is muffled. Muted. It throws her back to a time further ago than she dares imagine. A time before breath. A time before surfacing. Before she was pushed into the world and learned of its drama from the very first cold touch. Andromache had been born blue, her mother once told her. Sea toned. Breathless and still. Her first gasp of life came late. Late to the point where her mother had nearly lost hope. Where the other women of her village had pressed close, warm hands on trembling shoulders. But gasp to life she did, and her skin flushed. Pink chasing away the sea blue that kissed her lips.
An exploration of breath, stars, and the ever changing mood of the ocean.
Can be read as a stand alone.
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- Part 2 of Catching My Breath
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Sunlight To Keep The Goddess by thenotyetpublishedpen
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
09 Jan 2023
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Andy played with an apple idly, holding its thin stem between callused fingers.
“Be careful with that.” Quỳnh warned. “Apples are fortune tellers.”
“Oh?”
“If you go through the alphabet, one letter for each twist, it breaks when you reach the letter that starts your soulmate’s name.”
“Does it now?” Andy probed, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. If there was anything Quỳnh loved it was local legends. Folklores and myths were the heart of a place, she’d once said.
“The schoolchildren told me.” Quỳnh’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, but her eyes were bright and teasing. “Go ahead. Find out yours.”
“A,” Andy said, giving the apple a firm twist, “It’s about time I figured this one out, you know. B.”
The letter Q was a long way off. Lifetimes between each twist. The stem snapped early, though Andy did not make note of which letter predicted her fate. It did not matter, after all. She knew where her heart made a home. Still, she mimed the twist, holding the pieces together until the end.
An exploration of breath and desire.
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- Part 3 of Catching My Breath