Amalia
the archangel
"Deimos."She looks up at him through onyx eyes, a warmth suffusing the angular face that's far paler than when he'd seen her last. Despite her intention of giving him space she finds herself standing before him, inspecting him as an anxious smile plays on the edges of her lips. How easily Amalia falls into his orbit, even after all this time. He is the first and last person she wants to see, the heat of blood within her veins and the cold of a mountaintop she'd thrown herself off of when she realized too late she wasn't meant to climb.
There had been a part of her afraid to come here, terrified of the unfamiliarity she'd find in that face she'd once known so terribly well. Now, though, she can feel her fear subsiding, the old vestiges of crippling anxiety and ghostly guilt brushed like cobwebs from her mind. Death will do that to a person, it turns out: make them escape the confines of their trauma, fill in the pitfalls that once marred their path. "You look... different," Amalia murmurs, briefly pensive. And then, with a smile- "It suits you."
Ah, but then there's the heart of the matter. The smile falters; the Angel's head bows as she glances away, rubbing thin fingers over a scar that no longer lingers upon her wrist. "Nobody did," she tells him softly, her expression darkening as she remembers that time. "Not even Vi. My soul--"
But she shakes her head, golden hair falling free of her plait and into her face. It still hurts to remember that isolating darkness, the way it had felt to be so horribly alone. But Deimos deserves an explanation, so she steels herself, swallowing before looking back to the Sword's face. "I went to the Draig, to scout for Vi. The Core... I didn't know it was there until it was too late. I was... my soul was... trapped." Again she rubs her barren wrist, throat bobbing as she swallows. "By the time I found my way to Mort I was barely more than a wisp." Scarcely aware of what she was, let alone who she used to be.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
