#GOD i need to like. actually write a fic abt them. i think about thme a lot

[anachronistic-falsehood]

song 40 :) yays

in know. i know. dont even look at me. i know im cringe. throws some chaggie in ur direction bc i love them a lot

Vaggie's armor is complicated. Helping her put it on feels like a Herculean task, but Charlie grits her teeth and does her damn best, because like hell she would let Vaggie fumble around alone with all these pieces while trying to maneuver around those wings she hasn't had in ages! She's a good girlfriend, okay? She's doing her best.

"Do you really think we can do this?" Vaggie asks as Charlie ducks under one of her wings to tighten one of the weapon straps around her chest.

Charlie falters, fingers pausing on the strap. She knows what she wants to say. She wants to say of course we can, we've gotten this far, we can do anything!

She doesn't say it. She sighs and finishes tightening the strap, wincing a little as Vaggie inhales sharply at the sudden pressure.

"Sorry," Charlie mutters.

Vaggie just hums in response. Charlie lets go of the straps and turns to look at the armor pieces on the bed. Man. If they win, the post-victory sex will have to wait. How long is it going to take to get all of this off her?

"You didn't answer my question," Vaggie says.

Charlie curses in her head. She occupies herself by grabbing a random piece of armor and examining the plates of metal and the straps that are meant to hold it on, like she's trying to sort out a puzzle.

"I don't know," she admits. Her voice is quiet. She doesn't like saying that she's uncertain about the outcome of this fight, but... being an optimist in this situation is fucking hard, okay?

Vaggie shifts on the bed, and then a hand lays itself over Charlie's, tugging her fingers off the metal. Vaggie holds her hand tight in both of hers, giving it a squeeze.

"Well, whatever happens," Vaggie says, staring down at their joined hands, gently running her thumb over Charlie's knuckles, "I'm gonna be there with you, okay? Until the end."

A lump forms in Charlie's throat. She swallows it down and gives Vaggie a smile, the biggest one she can muster. Vaggie returns it with a softer smile, loving and gentle, a look that makes the lump in Charlie's throat get tighter, tears stinging at her eyes. Charlie lifts their joined hands to her face and presses a kiss to Vaggie's fingers.

At least if she dies here, she won't be alone for it.