we can't change what stays and what fades away
Silent and blushing, Amalia offers a curt nod of appreciation at his understanding and lets him carry on. Now that the initial embarrassment is ebbing her mental beach is littered with unfortunate bric-a-brac. Here is the man (horse?) without whom Adam might yet live. Another man who somehow has managed to get away with loving a monster and being loved by a god. At her sides, Amalia's hands clench.
And unclench. Because for now, at least, maybe he can be something other than a man.
"I heard you were in Torchline,", Amalia counters with a shrug, slapping back playfully at the extended wing. "It's... Been." No details, because isn't that why they're both here? To avoid all the details that threaten to drown them with each breath? "Why did you leave?"
And unclench. Because for now, at least, maybe he can be something other than a man.
"I heard you were in Torchline,", Amalia counters with a shrug, slapping back playfully at the extended wing. "It's... Been." No details, because isn't that why they're both here? To avoid all the details that threaten to drown them with each breath? "Why did you leave?"
Amalia
