[ you drew stars around my scars / but now I’m bleeding ]

[canon divergence where olwynn doesn’t get fucking stabbed by the face grabber <3 (or at least not in the way she did in canon)]

[tags or whatever: #ANGST!!!!!!! #listen to ‘cardigan’ by Taylor swift]

[started 6/8/2025 a CATASTROPHIC day for olwynn nation]

[literally picks up mid scene teehee + this is concepts of a plan rn]

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It’s just before Aelin’s lips meet hers that something in Olwynn… unlocks. Call it what you want—a divine intervention, her own self-deprecation, whatever—but something inside her tells her she’s being played for a fool.

So she pushes the rogue away, hard enough to make her stumble to the ground. Aelin looks up at her with something between shock and annoyance. “The fuck?”

“What in all the shores has gotten into you?” The cleric hisses, her hands curling into fists. “You *like me?*You’ve- you’ve been watching me? Flirting with me?”

Aelin says nothing—just stares back up at her with wide eyes and a growing frown.

“I swear-“ Olwynn laughs, a nervous thing that hurts like the poison from earlier. “I swear, between- between you now and Dayne earlier, I-“

Oh.

Oh, of course.

Her laughter grows louder, uncontrollably so, even as she wraps her arms around suddenly aching ribs.

“What’s so funny?” Aelin bites out, an uncharacteristic snarl on her face.

If the half-elf had been thinking clearly, perhaps it would’ve tipped her off. Instead, she continues on. “I- Listen, Aelin.” The laughter continues to bubble up, even as she wipes a stray tear from her cheek. “I knowwhat this is, okay? The jig is up.”

The rogue’s face spasms before settling on a blank expression. “What.”

“I know,” she repeats. “It’s not like you’re both subtle about it.”

“About… what.”