we can't change what stays and what fades away
And just as quickly as connection is built it dissipates like morning dew beneath the glare of truth. She knows it is ending as soon as he steps back, his body language speaking more clearly than any words could convey; whatever tentative anonymity they've been basking in is about to be wiped clear, leaving them both with their pasts. Amalia's hand wavers before dropping to her side, opening and closing as she waits for the other shoe to drop. Part of her knew it already, as soon as she touched his mind, and yet...
...and yet...
...and yet it's just as jarring to hear, and Amalia finds herself recoiling, aghast, her expression hardening in embarrassed anger. "Of course," she snaps bitterly, mouth pursed in irritation, looking away from the beautiful horse-turned-Flood and into the waiting escape of the tunnels. Then she sighs, running a hand through her hair and closing her eyes for a breath. "Ugh... sorry. I didn't expect... It's been a while. New form?"
Oh, gods, and she called him handsome--! Over the stonily furious expression, Amalia blushes red.
...and yet...
...and yet it's just as jarring to hear, and Amalia finds herself recoiling, aghast, her expression hardening in embarrassed anger. "Of course," she snaps bitterly, mouth pursed in irritation, looking away from the beautiful horse-turned-Flood and into the waiting escape of the tunnels. Then she sighs, running a hand through her hair and closing her eyes for a breath. "Ugh... sorry. I didn't expect... It's been a while. New form?"
Oh, gods, and she called him handsome--! Over the stonily furious expression, Amalia blushes red.
Amalia
