This is the OP, and I cannot believe I missed this for so long.
This was fucking beautiful, anon. Your style is beautiful, the originality of the rescue was beautiful, and YOU are beautiful.
"That feeling, in the end, was what he had really wanted all of his life from this dried up husk of their world. Lovers, as he had told her, made poor confidants. But he could always confide in her and she never loved anybody in such a way, only lent herself to the winds and asked them to clothe and shelter her, as if this was the only romance she would ever care to know."
That line right there sums up exactly the relationship I envision between Arcade and my Courier. Also, it made me legitimately weep. So gorgeous.
I love you so much right now! Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing.
OP is so frickin' late.
This was fucking beautiful, anon. Your style is beautiful, the originality of the rescue was beautiful, and YOU are beautiful.
"That feeling, in the end, was what he had really wanted all of his life from this dried up husk of their world. Lovers, as he had told her, made poor confidants. But he could always confide in her and she never loved anybody in such a way, only lent herself to the winds and asked them to clothe and shelter her, as if this was the only romance she would ever care to know."
That line right there sums up exactly the relationship I envision between Arcade and my Courier. Also, it made me legitimately weep. So gorgeous.
I love you so much right now! Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing.