I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
As always, the thing that Amalia expects to happen is far, far away from what does.
She does not expect the goddess to appear with hands as white as bone, rage staining her galactic gaze onyx, sludge dripping from her cosmic skin. She does not expect Safrin's tone of voice, the sudden wave of celestial wrath and disdain to be cast out upon her, tearing through her fragile figure like a thunderstorm of glass.
Amalia winces despite herself, her head dropping in pained surprise at the tone of Safrin's voice. Her golden hair is pulled back in a braid, so she cannot even hide behind it; her own dark gaze remains downcast, wounded and confused. Is she not happy? Is she not hopeful?
Is the goddess not yet whole?
That Vi did not rush first to save her is something Amalia cannot consider, but somehow it seems to be true. Swallowing down her trepidation, the baker bites her lip, not sure what she can contribute, how she can possible soothe this wound. "Please..." she mumbles, trying to quell her voice, to drown the agony in her breast. "There is a reason they waited so long, Safrin. And they are doing something now. Do... do you not feel better? Has Vi not come to heal you?"
She does not expect the goddess to appear with hands as white as bone, rage staining her galactic gaze onyx, sludge dripping from her cosmic skin. She does not expect Safrin's tone of voice, the sudden wave of celestial wrath and disdain to be cast out upon her, tearing through her fragile figure like a thunderstorm of glass.
Amalia winces despite herself, her head dropping in pained surprise at the tone of Safrin's voice. Her golden hair is pulled back in a braid, so she cannot even hide behind it; her own dark gaze remains downcast, wounded and confused. Is she not happy? Is she not hopeful?
Is the goddess not yet whole?
That Vi did not rush first to save her is something Amalia cannot consider, but somehow it seems to be true. Swallowing down her trepidation, the baker bites her lip, not sure what she can contribute, how she can possible soothe this wound. "Please..." she mumbles, trying to quell her voice, to drown the agony in her breast. "There is a reason they waited so long, Safrin. And they are doing something now. Do... do you not feel better? Has Vi not come to heal you?"
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
AMALIA
