meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Oh.
Family.
Wessex thinks they're family.
She doesn't have to say the whole word for Amalia to know it's there, caught behind the Ascended's teeth. Family- and for the first time the baker looks at her, really looks at her, a little bit of life returning to her face.Family, the last either of them has, they the few who remember what life was like in the days when they were young and careless, who knew each other before it all changed. Wessex knew her mother; Amalia always thought she saw a little of the stern woman in her babysitter. Both with sharp edges and soft cores, both a little outcast, both strict and driven and diligent and stubborn.
Amalia is stubborn, too, and proud, and wounded too easily, her skin paper thin. It is these shared qualities that doomed her relationship with her mother, that separated them in those last months of Rishima's life. One fight, one argument, and a hundred cruel words, both too stubborn to reconcile. The Grounds lost their medic to illness, but Amalia lost her mother to misunderstandings and pride.
She'll lose Wessex the same way if she isn't careful.
There are tears behind her eyes, a conflicted flash of emotion in her voice, something between fondness and remorse. "Yeah. We are." Pulling her knees up to her chest the girl places her chin on her knees, watching as Wessex plants a flower for a god she does not believe in, to combat a cause she helped to champion. She thinks of Roana, of the threats and warnings and justification for murderous intent. Yet here is Wessex, the Ascended Queen, doing what she can to help the blighted despite her goddess being the cause. This is goodness. This is right.
This is what she wants to protect.
"Someone... came to me. With a warning. That they intend to kill Ascendeds, if the Voice will not lift the blight." She does not say Roana's name: Wessex may not want to kill her, but she highly doubts the soldier's safety. "I told them they can't. That I would find a way to stop them. That Mort wouldn't want this. But... I wanted to warn you, Wessex, because I don't think she'll stop."
Family.
Wessex thinks they're family.
She doesn't have to say the whole word for Amalia to know it's there, caught behind the Ascended's teeth. Family- and for the first time the baker looks at her, really looks at her, a little bit of life returning to her face.Family, the last either of them has, they the few who remember what life was like in the days when they were young and careless, who knew each other before it all changed. Wessex knew her mother; Amalia always thought she saw a little of the stern woman in her babysitter. Both with sharp edges and soft cores, both a little outcast, both strict and driven and diligent and stubborn.
Amalia is stubborn, too, and proud, and wounded too easily, her skin paper thin. It is these shared qualities that doomed her relationship with her mother, that separated them in those last months of Rishima's life. One fight, one argument, and a hundred cruel words, both too stubborn to reconcile. The Grounds lost their medic to illness, but Amalia lost her mother to misunderstandings and pride.
She'll lose Wessex the same way if she isn't careful.
There are tears behind her eyes, a conflicted flash of emotion in her voice, something between fondness and remorse. "Yeah. We are." Pulling her knees up to her chest the girl places her chin on her knees, watching as Wessex plants a flower for a god she does not believe in, to combat a cause she helped to champion. She thinks of Roana, of the threats and warnings and justification for murderous intent. Yet here is Wessex, the Ascended Queen, doing what she can to help the blighted despite her goddess being the cause. This is goodness. This is right.
This is what she wants to protect.
"Someone... came to me. With a warning. That they intend to kill Ascendeds, if the Voice will not lift the blight." She does not say Roana's name: Wessex may not want to kill her, but she highly doubts the soldier's safety. "I told them they can't. That I would find a way to stop them. That Mort wouldn't want this. But... I wanted to warn you, Wessex, because I don't think she'll stop."
day and night
AMALIA
