Amalia;
Slowly Amalia begins to regain her breath, the surprise of crashing into him giving way to a sudden, terrified anxiety. She anticipates fury, rejection, violence in response; instead she finds that Ronin is laughing, the boyish sound roaring through the glade. Still sprawled on top of him, still a little taken aback, the leopard finds herself giggling too, a series of mirthful wuffs leaving her lungs as she begins to find her feet.
The admission of defeat fills her with a sort of pride, and the leopardess huffs triumphantly, rising off him. She does not, however, relinquish the man; instead she keeps a heavy paw on his chest, the feline laughter suddenly falling into what could almost be called a growl. Staring down through slitted eyes Amalia regards Safrin's not-man, something important, serious, thoughtful, flickering across her face.
Don't fuck this up, her expression warns. I won't let you, it promises.
Then the moment passes, and the girl is human once again, standing high above the man, a hand extended to help him stand.
The admission of defeat fills her with a sort of pride, and the leopardess huffs triumphantly, rising off him. She does not, however, relinquish the man; instead she keeps a heavy paw on his chest, the feline laughter suddenly falling into what could almost be called a growl. Staring down through slitted eyes Amalia regards Safrin's not-man, something important, serious, thoughtful, flickering across her face.
Don't fuck this up, her expression warns. I won't let you, it promises.
Then the moment passes, and the girl is human once again, standing high above the man, a hand extended to help him stand.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
