and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Amalia returns his wry smile with a fleeting one of her own, some of the tension relieved by how absurd the idea is. These civilized people who work with the gods, torturing? She'd suspected Phoebe to be overreacting, but it's still a relief to have that confirmed. "No torture, then."
And as Cian begins to speak again Amalia leans forward, her dark eyes attentive, an active listener in turn. She soaks it in with a surprising patience, suddenly a student once again, sitting at her grandmother's knee as the world is unveiled. At last there are answers being given, real ones, and though she is impetuous and impassioned she is keen and eager as well. "The barrier," she guesses at the mention of a solution. "The Spire. She was locked away."
Until I let her out, sits silent right behind her tongue.
The mission is to stop her, which Amalia can get behind, nodding along slowly though her eyes don't leave his face. "How will you do that?" the Shield questions, "Stop her... stop them? What will happen to the Ascended, when you do?"
And as Cian begins to speak again Amalia leans forward, her dark eyes attentive, an active listener in turn. She soaks it in with a surprising patience, suddenly a student once again, sitting at her grandmother's knee as the world is unveiled. At last there are answers being given, real ones, and though she is impetuous and impassioned she is keen and eager as well. "The barrier," she guesses at the mention of a solution. "The Spire. She was locked away."
Until I let her out, sits silent right behind her tongue.
The mission is to stop her, which Amalia can get behind, nodding along slowly though her eyes don't leave his face. "How will you do that?" the Shield questions, "Stop her... stop them? What will happen to the Ascended, when you do?"
Amalia
