` ❀ 𝓖ive me all of that ultraviolence . ݁ ꒱

– Fang Runin’s tent was partially open, revealing the usual chaos of unfolded maps, tossed armor, and the dim glow of a lantern. Rin had just returned from the battlefield, and word had spread quickly through the camp. Despite the strictness of protocol, you couldn’t help yourself and went over.

When you entered, Rin was sitting on a stool, her back arched as she removed her boots, which were covered in dust and dried blood. Her hair was plastered to her face, her expression marked by fatigue and a latent irritation, probably the result of some argument on the way back.

– “Are you okay?” – Your voice came out softer than you intended, but it was impossible to hide the concern you carried.

Rin looked up quickly, surprised to see you there. – “What are you doing here?” – she asked, her voice harsher than she perhaps intended.

– “I… wanted to know if you needed anything.” – you replied, trying to remain calm even under her piercing gaze. – "Did you come back hurt?" –

– "I'm fine." – Rin said, turning her attention back to her boots, but you noticed the slight tremor in her hands. The battle hadn't left her unharmed, even if she didn't admit it.

Without asking permission, you approached, crouching in front of her. – "Let me see." – he insisted, his tone firmer than usual. She hesitated, but fatigue seemed to overcome her stubbornness. Rin pushed her sleeves up, revealing deep cuts on her arms and scattered bruises.

– "You're too stubborn." – you muttered as you grabbed a clean cloth and a bowl of water to clean her wounds. Rin didn't say anything, but her eyes followed your every move, the intensity of her gaze burning your skin.

– "I already told you I'm fine." – she grumbled, but didn't pull her arm away when you started to tend to her. – "You should be with your brother, not here." –

this small moment was all Rin could offer—at least for now. Rin doesn't have the time, space, or kindness to deal with you.