Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Close enough to touch - it's a dangerous thing, electricly charged, the culmination of a lifetime of prayer bringing her to this point. Close enough to touch- but while Amalia is bold and foolish, she is not a fool, not one to squander the gift she has not earned on something as menial as physical closeness.
She can love a god without touching divinity. She has done it all her life.
She listens, and listens, and listens again, soaking in every syllable, each intonation a hymn upon her heart, played on repeat through a curious mind. Life and death, a complete cycle - and yes, she knows, she knows it is mortal to rally against it, to scream her defiance, defend and protect. But she is mortal, after all, a creation of him, a servant of life. Can he fault her for doing the thing she was built for, for wanting to save the gift that he gives?
And how is she to answer the question he asks, the darkening tone, the violence within? Would she murder in the name of preserving life, snuff out one soul to defend another? "I don't know," the girl says honestly, dark eyes trained on his, unable to decieve. Hands clenching and unclenching in her lap, Amalia swallows, thinking hard. "I don't think I could kill anyone... It isn't my place to judge who deserves life. Unless... Unless it was your will."
She can love a god without touching divinity. She has done it all her life.
She listens, and listens, and listens again, soaking in every syllable, each intonation a hymn upon her heart, played on repeat through a curious mind. Life and death, a complete cycle - and yes, she knows, she knows it is mortal to rally against it, to scream her defiance, defend and protect. But she is mortal, after all, a creation of him, a servant of life. Can he fault her for doing the thing she was built for, for wanting to save the gift that he gives?
And how is she to answer the question he asks, the darkening tone, the violence within? Would she murder in the name of preserving life, snuff out one soul to defend another? "I don't know," the girl says honestly, dark eyes trained on his, unable to decieve. Hands clenching and unclenching in her lap, Amalia swallows, thinking hard. "I don't think I could kill anyone... It isn't my place to judge who deserves life. Unless... Unless it was your will."
