[M] Sniped Through the Heart (Iwazuma x Hannelorian)

[Iwazuma]

Regina could feel the pain, the resistance of her mind screaming at her to pull her shirt back down, to disappear under the covers and try to wait out the wave of embarrassment that threatened to spill over into nausea. She grit her teeth, her eyes still shut as she listened to Anke, felt her fingers gently discovering the swath of scars and disfigurement on her side. Regina winced as a small spark of discomfort ran through her as Anke found the long scar, the nerve damage from that cut never having fully healed. It was evident the mere act was going against every one of her barest instincts, that the fight simply to lift her shirt up was one that tormented her. But as she felt hands on her cheeks, Regina froze, the hand gripping the fabric letting go in surprise. There was a gentle request to look at Anke. Regina slowly opened her eyes, staring her girlfriend in the face, expecting some form of disappointment.

She did not find such. Instead, she found a woman smiling at her, explaining to her that somehow, in spite of everything, she was beautiful. Regina could feel tears welling up in her eyes, an involuntary reaction to what she was being told. Regina...wasn't supposed to be beautiful. She was supposed to be tough. Be strong. Be a figure for the people of Osnen to cling to. She wasn't afforded the ability to look 'pretty' or 'beautiful'. She'd often cast glances into the windows of shops during what very rare times she was in Urlachen proper, eyeing the dresses and shirts with a quiet, emotionless stare that none could tell was her silently wishing she could wear them, be someone else for a moment. Be herself.

Here Anke was, telling her that in spite of all that, she was still beautiful, still someone to be admired and enjoyed. Regina didn't know what to say. She could feel the emotions that had threatened to consume her before morph and change, become something more powerful. It was like an overwhelming wave of...what? Regina didn't know, but she could hardly spare the brainpower to figure it out. She just wanted to...collapse. Collapse and let this new something flow over her. Anke's gentle insistences that she never needed to be afraid around her, to be close to her...Regina's resistance only held up for so long before she felt something lurch within her before giving way. She leaned forward onto Anke's shoulder, a sob wracking her form as the tears began to flow. Regina cried. She cried a lot. She cried loudly. She gripped Anke closer, needing something to anchor herself as she gave in to the emotion, losing herself in the profound sadness that overwhelmed her.

Regina didn't know how long she remained there, or if Anke was managing to put up with her sudden loss of control, but she eventually found her voice between tearstained sobs. "I...I'm sorry, I..." was all she managed to get out before another wave of tears came. Another minute went by before she tried again. "I don't know what's...I can't...I can't stop it..." Her metallic arm clutched Anke tightly, holding her as though she were about to vanish forever. "I don't...nobody has ever told me that..."

[Hannelorian]

It was as though a switch had flipped, and Regina was suddenly subject to the full pain of her emotions. The tears came like the water after the dam had broken, surging forth with such power and intensity. All Anke could do was wrap her arms around Regina and pull her closer, as Regina pulled Anke closer, two forces pulling themselves as close as possible to one another. Anke's hands wound their way to Regina's back where one stroked it softly, the other toward her head running her delicate hands through Regina's hair. "Shh... Shh..." Anke whispered quietly as she just held on to the woman, knowing there was nothing she could do but be here.

"Just feel it... just let it go... let the tears come, don't try to stop." Anke whispered softly into Regina's ears as she just held her there as tightly as she possibly could. "They'll end when they're ready." As hard as it was for Anke to see Regina break down, a small part of her was relieved. Regina could feel these emotions, she did have it within her and now as painful as it was she was finally experiencing something. Something Regina likely didn't really understand. But that was okay, she didn't have to understand just now. That could come later, the important thing was that she had the freedom and safety to just feel what she was feeling.

"It's okay... it's going to be okay." Anke continued to whisper these words, stroking Regina's back as she did. Anke remembered all of the times she had broken down into an absolute mess of tears. There had been so many of those days, particularly after she was shot. Her recovery was long, slow and painful, the depression had been the worst she had ever experienced. So many nights crying herself to sleep. She knew what Regina was experiencing, at least in some small part. "You don't need to apologize." Anke reassured Regina the very best she could. "Well... I'm telling you that now." Anke smiled brightly. "I meant every word of it."

[Iwazuma]

Regina had realized somewhere over the course of her time buried in Anke's arms that the tears were not slowing just because she willed them to. She was trying her hardest, but the sadness continued to overwhelm, continued to bury her in her emotions. She just wanted it to end. She just wanted things to go back to how they always were, when she was just a soldier. Just a tool. Just a weapon. But she couldn't put the genie back in the bottle, no matter how much she tried to. Regina's periphery instead focused on Anke, the only other thing she could sense. Her gentle strokes of her back, the way her fingers wound in her hair. The calming words Anke spoke to her. Regina clung to those moments of stability, those solid bits of reality that she could hold onto. They were a reminder that, for once, she wasn't alone. She had someone with her, someone who could keep her grounded, who could offer her support in a way Regina simply could not do alone. This thought slowly eased the pain, slowly turned the tears down to a trickle, and then just sniffles and quiet sobs.

Regina wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she finally managed to sit herself upright again. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears stained her cheeks as she tried to wipe them away. For a while, Regina was silent, simply riding the hurt of her sadness down to nothing once more. Even then, she was quiet. Anke's smile was bright, but Regina was having trouble meeting her gaze. She was embarrassed. Embarrassed about her sadness. She knew soldiers didn't cry publicly-usually, anyways. It was considered a social mistake. Sadness was not an emotion other soldiers liked, and they often kept it to themselves. To show her weakness in front of Anke...it showed the trust she had put in her partner, but it also filled Regina with self-loathing. She'd let herself be weak again, and now there was someone who could verify it. Even if it was someone Regina trusted would say nothing.

"I'm sorry." Regina's voice cracked, but she managed to apologize as she looked away. Regina shivered, falling back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling with a weak sigh. "Why does every emotion feel bad?" Regina asked nobody in particular, continuing to stare up at the ceiling with a blank expression on her face. "Where are the good emotions? Where do they come from? What do they feel like?" Regina spoke her mind, wondering aloud why people chose to feel at all. There had to be something she was missing here. Regina curiously eyed Anke again. She'd been so strong during this, so stable and welcoming to her. She was always able to keep a cool head, even when Regina, the one who had been the most even-keeled of any soldier, failed. How did she do it, especially when she had to deal with such emotions? She forgot about the comments regarding her beauty for the moment, wanting to understand just why people would ever choose to feel at all.

[Hannelorian]

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Anke said softly with a warm smile. "Sometimes... breaking down in tears is the best thing." It was cathartic, to cry, to be entirely vulnerable in a space where one felt safe and accepted, appreciated. That was a sign of safety, of comfort, the ability to simple be in a space. Freedom to be oneself even if one was confused, lost in the darkness, adrift in the ocean even. "The fact that you felt you could... in front of me. That in and of itself is a sign of progress as you discover yourself." Anke knew that this moment was nearly impossible for Regina to truly understand. It must have all be something of a wild and insane tangle, a knot that had no beginning and no end, no loose thread to catch hold of and pull.

"Not every emotion feels bad... it just so happens that you've fallen into this journey at the worst time... when things aren't going exactly the way you imagined or had planned." Timing, musically, had been Anke's strong suit. She had a sense and feel for these things. But when it came to other things, it seemed she had the worst luck. Anke had begun to open the doors to Regina's emotional vault just before the disastrous mission that they had embarked upon. Anke in part wondered if she blamed herself at all. The fact that she had succeeded where Regina hadn't was painful. Even though it may have been Osnen's doing that didn't remove the emotions from the equation.

"Safety is a positive emotion. A good feeling. You felt safe enough to cry in front of me." Anke wondered how she could go about evoking more positive emotions, the happy emotions that Regina wanted to feel. "The happiness will come. On a day that is less stressful than today.... how can I explain?" Anke was wondering how to do this. But, as always it was a tricky measure. Without a proper frame of reference, Regina would just have to trust. "When you're alone with me. How do you feel? What comes to mind? Even if you can't explain a specific emotion... just sort of what do you think about?" Anke asked genuinely, her head cocked to the side as she moved in closer, her finger tips moving to wipe the delicate trail of tears that had stopped falling away from Regina's cheek. "You'll know... when you feel it."

[Iwazuma]

As the feelings of sadness and pain began to finally fade away to a dull ache, her mind finally started to retreat back into its shell. A shell of protection, of emotionlessness. It was the facade Regina constantly put up, to prove that she was an adept and adequate soldier. Something that had broken far too many times as of late, Anke being the witness to most of them. When was breaking down the best possible choice? Regina felt so...empty. It was like she'd cried out a piece of her. There was a void in her stomach that just didn't feel right. Staring up at the ceiling felt like the only activity Regina was qualified to do. And doing this was somehow progress? Regina wanted to question it, but couldn't find the energy to lift her head again to wonder. She just wanted to stare at the silver ceiling, watching her ceiling fan lazily spin on the lowest setting. It was the path of least resistance, and the one Regina felt it most possible to take.

It figured that Regina had picked the worst possible time to feel again, as Anke was quick to point out. She apparently wasn't particularly good at doing anything with relation to emotions. She'd somehow selected all the worst possible ones to experience...though she raised an eyebrow at the term 'safety'. Safe was an emotion? She'd not thought of that. She figured it was just a condition. Safety. No danger nearby. No threats. Anke was...safety. Regina felt comfortable around her. Apparently even comfortable enough to cry. The thought did not cause Regina to stir, but left her feeling...she didn't know how to put it. Happiness was apparently just something she had to...wait for. It wasn't something she could just generate? How come everyone else seemed to be happy? Even Anke had been happy...around her, even. Why did she of all people have to find another time? Was it just because of her inherent difficulty, her impossibility?

The question Anke posed, however, had Regina musing. She hadn't considered what she thought about when just...around Anke. When her mind wasn't possessed by something else. Regina closed her eyes, feeling slender fingers wiping away at the dampness on her cheeks. It left a gentle tingling that had Regina shivering ever so slightly. "What do I think about...?" Regina sighed, letting her mind wander. What did she think about? "Desire to be better." That was the easiest answer. Better than Anke, better than herself. "But that's not everything..." That was how it started, at the very least. She had seen the sharpshooter's performance and demanded better of herself. That was how she thought it was supposed to be. But along the way, things just...changed. "...when you're close." Regina reached up, grabbing Anke by the arm and tugging her closer to drive her point home, feeling her skin press up against her shift. "Warm. Almost like a blanket, but...just my whole body feeling that way." Anke was strange in that regard. It was a gentle warmth, one that made Regina feel the slightest bit fuzzy and disoriented...but not in a bad way, either. She didn't know how to properly describe it. "I guess safe would be a proper word too..." Safe to talk to her, safe to show emotion, safe to just...be Regina. "It always feels like I should be doing something with you. For you. But I don't always know what, and that can be distressing." Since everything was on the table, she supposed the less positive thoughts were something Anke would want to know, too. But there were still so many questions. Was this how healthy relationships worked? Were they proper girlfriends in that regard, or was it still just a show for the cameras? "...what does love feel like, Anke...?" Regina opened her eyes, her amber hues inquisitive as the last vestiges of sadness seemed to finally fade away.

[Hannelorian]

...what does love feel like, Anke?

The question burned in Anke's mind. For a few moments she felt paralyzed, completely unable to answer or even conceive of how to answer this question, this particular question which seemed so incredibly profound. It was not an an easy thing to answer. Anke turned it over and over in her mind as she watched Regina. Anke had been in love before, she had been loved before, it was not a foreign concept or some strange notion, it was not something unfamiliar at all and yet here was, struggling to be able to describe it.

"It feels like home." Anke finally settled on. "It feels like warmth and safety, unconditional acceptance. It feels like... support in your darkest hours, and joy in the times of your greatest achievement." Love. "It's something that is hard to describe, it's harder to recognize, especially if you really don't know it. But it's a feeling like... the only person you ever want to be with. Needing them emotionally, physically, when just knowing they are waiting for you at the end of the day is enough to motivate you to get through it." Anke smiled softly, it was feeling she currently had for Regina, even though that too defied all logic or expectation. Anke should still hate Regina, still resent her, want nothing to do with her and yet... she was in love.

"In some ways it feels all consuming, it's powerful. Like you could drown in it... but it keeps you afloat." Anke looked down at her hands for a few moments, noticing that they were trembling ever so slightly. She wished she knew why this question had done this to her. Perhaps because the pressure was high on explaining such an important feeling, all too important of an emotion. It was significant and weighty, and Anke couldn't help but wonder if she would lead Regina astray with her descriptions and musings. "You will know it when you feel it... whenever that day comes and for whoever it comes about. I promise you'll know it."

Anke wondered, worried even, that Regina would never love her. If Regina did discover love it would be for someone else, and all of her hard work in trying to surface Regina's true emotions and feelings would not be for her benefit. It was a silly and intrusive thought, one that held no merit, not really. But still things gnawed at the corners of her mind like moths to wool. At the end of the day it, Anke had done the best she could.

[Iwazuma]

Home.

The single word had Regina closing her eyes. Of course it would-how could it not? The word brought to mind those nightmares, the memories she was forced to relive in her sleep. The thoughts of a family lost to the rebellion, destroyed and turned to rubble and ash. The torturous recollection that haunted her day in and day out, reminded her that once she was meant for something more than simply serving Osnen. Days long past. Days that were spent without Anke by her side. Regina shivered, trying to fight off another wave of sadness. She clutched herself a little closer to Anke, listening to her speak of love. Love was...safety. Warmth. Acceptance. Words she understood the definition of, but hearing them being used to describe an emotion filled her with confusion and interest once again.

Regina exhaled once, finding herself managing to relax just a little bit. Perhaps it was Anke's presence, a source of comfort that Regina typically lacked. She was a beacon of strength where she was failing. Things had been so simple before. Ignore emotions and be the best she possibly could be. Yet now, with everything so complicated...the sting of failure, the burning pyre of rivalry, the pressure of the drive to succeed...somehow, Anke was the source and solution to every single one of those problems. Everything, everywhere, all at once. It was a paradox and a conundrum, and Regina somehow found herself at the center of it all. Just...existing. Being what she supposed would qualify as 'herself', even as Regina learned about who that was at the same time Anke did.

Everything was changing, at speeds she didn't like.

Those thoughts began to swirl and become dizzying; Regina, seeking stability, reached out to Anke's arm, tugging her down to the bed with her. Regina needed something to hold onto, and luckily for her, Anke just happened to be that something once again. She buried her head in Anke's chest, moving her neck to place a soft kiss to her collarbone. Kisses were a way to show appreciation, to show that she wanted her near, as far as she knew. Positives to show Anke that Regina was okay, that she wanted her nearby. "I...don't know that I fully understand." That wasn't Anke's fault...love seemed like a difficult concept to grasp, if it was anything to go by. Anke was in love once before even Regina. She at least knew what it was, even if she couldn't fully describe it.

Regina...she wasn't sure she'd know when it happened. There was much of emotions that didn't make sense to her. But right now, she did understand a few things. "I feel...safe with you." Regina sighed, letting her arm drape over Anke's side as she took a breath. "Like maybe I can learn and make mistakes." This was a big admission from the 'perfect' sniper. Mistakes were Regina's greatest fear, but around Anke...it didn't feel like she would be punished. Just shown how to do better, perhaps. Regina let her fingers trace along Anke's bare skin, wishing she had the strength to be so bold and confident with her own body. Even to Anke, she wasn't that safe. It led to another unconfident shiver as she squeezed her eyes shut. "But sometimes I'm still scared." She was beginning to understand fear better...and how to try and contain it.

Anke. Anke was the answer.

"I need you."

[Hannelorian]

The feeling of Regina's kisses along her body were enough to take Anke's breath away. For a moment she literally exhaled and it was like her soul had left her body. The tingling sensation of warmth swept through her body one nerve ending at a time. One after the other after the other in quick succession. It was a small gesture, but it was enough. Regina was enough and all at once Anke was lost and enthralled in everything that was Regina. Regina needed her. Needed her in what way? In every way? Was Anke truly enough? Self doubt was at the edge of her mind. But it was quickly flushed away.

"You can be scared." Anke said softly as she opened her eyes, Regina was positioned above her and all Anke had to offer was a sweet and reassuring smile. A bright flash of teeth that showed her happiness, her delight, her pleasure. "We can be scared together." Anke for once let the veil slide and revealed a bit of her own vulnerability. "I can't promise success, or that you'll fall in love with me. Or that we'll survive in this world long enough to grow old together... but all I can do is tell you that I'm trying." Anke's hand reached up and around Regina, her fingertips slowly tracing along her back, fingertips dancing along each and every curve.

"I'm not as strong as you think. But I'm okay with that and I hope one day you will be too. I'm scared of the future and uncertainty." Anke never lost the smile, she felt comfortable, safe and warm. She felt at ease, she was entirely exposed and had no need to hide. "And for the moment... if you don't fully understand... fuck it." Anke felt a bit of laughter arising within her. The same hand that had been along Regina's back moved to run through her hair, feeling just how soft each and every strand felt against her skin. It was normal. For a brief moment they felt like a normal couple.

"There's no pressure on you to develop any faster or slower than you are... you are doing things at your pace. Regina speed, and that is more than enough for me. And it's enough for the world." Everything else beside the two of them was secondary at the moment. Their superiors, Osnen, none of it mattered in the same way. Or even at all. Anke was a woman in love, and a woman who outside of this love was no longer sure what she was doing, or even what she was fighting for. Everything felt as though it was out of control. Something sinister was unfurling before their eyes but it was just out of Anke's reach. Regina wasn't. Anke could reach out now, just as she was doing and connect with Regina. Regina was an answer, not a question. Regina was a solution, not a problem. Regina was home now.

[Iwazuma]

Was it truly okay to be scared? Fear as an emotion, from what she'd observed in the normal soldiers who frequented the compound, tended to be frowned upon. It was a sign of weakness to show fear, an indicator that whatever was in front of you was more than you could handle. It was an emotion that even outside of her own harsh stipulations on herself was looked down on as inferior. Anke...didn't seem to mind. Even scared...together. Regina was slowly coming around to 'together'. It was not an emotion; it was a state of being. With one another. Perhaps...if not scared, they could simply be...together. That was all Regina felt she truly needed in the moment. Her grip tightened on Anke as she pulled her a little closer, wanting nothing more than to simply...exist. She'd already told Anke the truths: She needed her. Regina felt safe with her. All she could do was relay that information again through her actions.

Regina didn't know where Anke found the strength to always be smiling, but she found a pang of jealousy running through her. A smile was such a simple thing, really. An upturning of the lips, a flash of teeth. A symbol of happiness, or sometimes merely a sign of strength, of feigned normal. Yet to Regina, a smile was nothing but a myth. It was a show of emotion one way or another and had been thoroughly banished from her expressive repertoire. Anyone who had ever seen Regina had only even seen her mouth in a thin line, an unexpressive blank sheet of unknown that betrayed nothing. Even now, Regina found her muscles didn't want to behave in that regard. Of course...Regina didn't know 'happy'. She truly had no reason to smile. Anke, meanwhile...she could smile even when Regina knew she wasn't happy. She didn't understand how it came so...easily for her. All of it.

But that wasn't something she wanted to trouble Anke with. For the moment, all she wanted was to be with her, and not cause another fight, another reason for them to collapse emotionally. Regina just wanted to comfort and be comforted. So she said nothing more, instead merely pressing her body against Anke's. She didn't truly understand-but as Anke said...fuck it. Perhaps she didn't need to right then and there. She understood what she did, and that was Anke was good. Perhaps it could truly be that simple. For what felt like hours, Regina said nothing at all, merely feeling the way Anke's fingertips traced across her body and shivering slightly at the gentle touch. Regina remained shy about her touch, only modestly venturing across Anke's naked body every once in a while. Anke's strength to not be shy about herself...it was something Regina didn't understand. She had managed to show her own scars, but to be proud of them...Regina doubted she would ever get that far. But this was enough. Regina speed, just like Anke said.

Regina was completely unaware of how much time had passed. She glanced to the clock on her wall. Nearly eight thirty. It had been hours since they went to lay down together. The time had flown peacefully without Regina even noticing; part of her wanted to just stay in bed, to appreciate Anke's touch, the soft sound of her breath, the smoothness of her skin. But she remembered they had wanted to do something today. "You wanted to go bowling." Regina pointed out in her matter-of-fact way, also remembering they needed to stop by the residential center to apply for Anke's relocation. Two things to do, only a few hours to do them before it became 'unnaturally late'. Regina sat up slowly, looking down at Anke once more. A tiny flash of hunger flickered across her face before it snuffed itself out, Regina's body unsure what to do with the sensation. It was replaced with a yearning urgency to do something with Anke. To show everyone-including herself-that they were, and could be, a couple. The fingers of her human hand wound together with Anke's. "We should get dressed." Perhaps even get dressed together...

[Hannelorian]

In the darkness there was silence, and in that silence there was peace. Anke lay there, almost unmoving, simply supporting Regina, her hands occasionally stroking the flesh of Regina's arm or her back. The stillness was pleasant. All of the doubt from earlier seemed to fade away, the agony, the questions about the day's events. Questions of love and what it meant to feel, everything was slowly disappearing into the ether and all that remained were these two women wrapped around one another. There was no need to push the boundaries, they simply existed together. Every now and again Regina would reciprocate with a gentle touch, and it sent chills down Anke's spine. They were good chills, like gentle currents of electricity reverberating through her body.

And the hours they spent together seemed to last an eternity, yet at the same time they flew by. It was a sensation that Anke couldn't remember feeling, had she ever? The part of her that didn't want this to end, that could have happily spent all of her time here with Regina. Anke didn't need anything else, she didn't want anything else other than to be here. Or wherever Regina was, Anke wanted to be a part of that, she longed to be part of Regina's life not just for this day but for all of the days to come. Forever seemed like a luxury, it felt like something the two of them would never be afforded given the life that they live, the work they did. One of them would get hurt, or would be killed. Anke pushed that thought from her mind, she wouldn't let that ruin her moment.

When Regina finally spoke it pulled Anke out of her bubble. "I think want is a strong word." Anke giggled lightly as she slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position. "I want to spend time with you." Anke said softly, enjoying the feeling of their hands intertwining and holding closely to one another. "And I am told that bowling is an enjoyable and slightly competitive activity for couples." Anke was, of course, obscenely competitive, as was Regina. But this seemed to be a neutral ground, one where their competitive nature didn't include a gun, or a target, and neither of them were trained professionals. "Besides, it's the perfect opportunity for me to once again prove that I am great at games." Anke was laughing, mostly at her self.

Anke rose to her feet and looked around Regina's room. "So you have a dress of mine." Anke was not asking for it back, but rather asking for something else in return. "I'd like a pair of your sweatpants to bowl in. And yes, I know they're all custom. But I think I think we can pull off a matching look." Anke was truly relieved, she finally felt at ease, comfortable. This was something fun that they were going to do together. Something they could just enjoy and perhaps look back on fondly. "Unless of course you prefer I walk naked to my bunk to find clothes." Another bit of a joke, Anke was at the very least having fun at her own expense. "I bet you're really good at bowling... like some weird hidden talent of yours."