#i hope you like this i am still nervous abt them augh augh ugh gkhrhgk

[timothylawrence]

hi bestie if u still want prompts for ur drabble thingy im throwing out rhysha or lunchmoney where someone gets hurt and the other has to patch them up or smthing :') regardless ilysm lovely <3333

hiiii fillllll <3 !!!!!!! Got some good ol lunchmoney h/c coming up just for you :,)!!!!!

warnings: mentions of violence and nongraphic injuries.

War was something Yvette didn’t really see in her lifetime. Sure, up on Helios she had the numbers and cost of war, of the casualties on Hyperion’s end that only served to add another tally to the money and resources being sent down.

They weren’t casualties then. They were assets that drove the cost up and heightened tension on the horrid spacecraft.

But that was years ago and now Yvette sits in the Atlas infirmary with an ice pack to her head. She’s got some blanket around her shoulders that’s meant to ‘ground’ her but Yvette couldn’t give much of a shit.

Atlas had nearly been burnt to a crisp. Yvette saw war with her own eyes.

It was terrifying. It made her stomach twist into itself and her hands tremble worse than anything she’d ever seen before. The world shook with each explosion and each quake, the air pierced with gunfire and sky lined with smoke.

Yvette survived in one of the many bunkers Atlas had built in the event of an attack.

It took nearly two hours of radio silence before word got out that not only had Atlas survived, but her best friend had too.

She’s not a fan of how tight her throat feels. She hasn’t spoken to Rhys since the first gunshot was fired. She wanted, desperately, to hear his voice and the crack of uncertainty that always tainted his words when it came to mentioning the war and its casualties.

Maybe the blanket was helping.

The bruise on her head isn’t much cause for alarm, especially not with the injuries she’s seen wheeled past her in the last few hours.

But Yvette doesn’t really have anywhere to go. She’s not sure who was still alive and who wasn’t. She’s not sure she wants to find out.

If things went her way, Yvette would have no trouble going to her large office, fixing the no doubt crooked nameplate she has and resuming her duty as Chief Operating Officer.

“Yvette!”

She’s pulled out of her thoughts immediately, eyes raised up and locking onto the sole figure standing ahead of her.

She blinks slowly, her throat so much tighter as warm palms land over her cheeks.

“Shit,” Fiona breathes out, thumbing away some of the dirt and grime that no doubt collected on Yvette’s skin. “I-I was looking all over for you!”

Yvette can’t really manage much of a response but Fiona, the con artist turned vault hunter who always reads her better than Yvette thought possible, understands all the same.

“Hey,” Fiona whispers, “C’mon.”

Before she knows it, Fiona’s hand is in hers, leading her through Atlas. It’s mostly a blur but Yvette’s seated on some desk in one of the many labs soon enough, alone with just the other woman.

She has no gripes with that.

Fiona’s fingers gently place a bandaid over her temple, covering the bruise that Yvette isn’t even sure how she got. She’s gentle but Yvette’s always known that.

There’s no need for confirmation that everyone was alive. Fiona wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. Sasha was Fiona’s main priority, her very heart. Yvette’s known that since day one.

“Hey,” Fiona murmurs then, her palm holding Yvette’s face. Gentle, warm. “It’s over.”

Logically, Yvette knows this. The only way Atlas would still be standing is if it had won the battle. But the words still make her head spin.

Before she knows it, she’s being pulled into a hug, her cracked glasses riding up the ridge of her nose. It’s awkward with her sitting down and Yvette’s sure she smells like smoke and gunpowder, but the fabric of Fiona’s coat is soft and welcoming.

She doesn’t have it in her to hug back, her arms filled with what feels like lead, but Fiona’s lips purse in her hair and Yvette settles on it being more than enough for now.