you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Well at least they agree on the virtues of the Eye, or lack thereof. A blush creeps over Amalia's face, her nose wrinkling as she clandestinely looks over her shoulder as though convinced Cian might materialize to stare disapprovingly at her. "He's not- he's so- ugh," the Archangel exclaims quietly, flailing a little as she searches for the words to describe her complicated feelings towards the Eye.
She might have gone on, but suddenly Ronin is turning on his heel, expressing a desire for... "Ice cream?" Amalia repeats bemusedly, rising up and following obediently behind the Star. "I- yeah, sure." She's wrapping a thong around her long hair, as though anticipating she'll need a ponytail for whatever's to follow. "So... hunger, then?"
She might have gone on, but suddenly Ronin is turning on his heel, expressing a desire for... "Ice cream?" Amalia repeats bemusedly, rising up and following obediently behind the Star. "I- yeah, sure." She's wrapping a thong around her long hair, as though anticipating she'll need a ponytail for whatever's to follow. "So... hunger, then?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
