She would rather go back and bury Elizabet a hundred more
times than have to deal with this.
The cheering, the stares, the crowds. It was like the
“Anointed One” debacle all over again. Aloy had been an outcast all her life;
she didn’t know how to handle the surplus praise, the ardent worship the town
lavished upon her the moment she stepped into Meridian. She would prefer to
sink into the shadows, be an invisible observer, just check in with Avad and
disappear. She wasn’t these peoples’ savior. She wasn’t some god to be revered.
She was a person.
The show of it all made her skin crawl.
And so she shoved her way through the sea of people, not
caring if she seemed rude for ignoring their words or brusque for not
acknowledging their thanks. All she wanted to do was talk to Avad, make sure
the rest of her friends were safe, and leave. Go back to the Nora lands. Help
her people rebuild. She did care about
the citizens, she wouldn’t have fought for them otherwise, but she was not made
to be on a pedestal. She was made to act.
I've been staring at your last Dramione gif for who knows how long. And I don't want cut off when they look at each other. I want them to grab each other, Hermione to shove him into the shadows and then kiss until they run out of air AND THEN FUCK EACH OTHER BRAINS OUT....I DON'T EVEN SHIP THEM. WHAT HAVE I DONE. AM I SHIPPING THEM NOW. WHAT IS HAPPENING.