I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Her fingers are marble on her skin, cold and hard and unyielding, firm enough to bruise. Amalia has never been afraid of the gods, least of all Safrin, but now she feels a creeping terror rising up her spine. "To serve you," the girl whispers in reply, meeting the weeping eyes with her own. "To serve life." Not to protect the goddess, nor to hide. Amalia does not imagine Safrin needs protection, least of all by her.
Yes, she hears herself, but it does not sound so foolish to her ears, clear as they are from blight. Terrified, she does not falter, does not let her dark gaze drop. "This one is at yours." Perhaps that is why she has been named a Shield: for this moment, for this purpose. To protect the goddess from her own dark self.
Have you seen it work? "No," she answers, her ears flicking back, her hands balled at her sides. "I... I came to you first. I have not seen it work, but... how do you know that it will fail, if you do not try?"
Yes, she hears herself, but it does not sound so foolish to her ears, clear as they are from blight. Terrified, she does not falter, does not let her dark gaze drop. "This one is at yours." Perhaps that is why she has been named a Shield: for this moment, for this purpose. To protect the goddess from her own dark self.
Have you seen it work? "No," she answers, her ears flicking back, her hands balled at her sides. "I... I came to you first. I have not seen it work, but... how do you know that it will fail, if you do not try?"
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
