meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Amalia wishes Wessex would hug her, dirty hands and all. Instead she contents herself with her own thin arms, wrapping her knees close to her chest as though making a shield against the world and all the things that lie within she cannot bear to face. At least this relationship may not have to be one of them, anymore.
It surprises her that Wessex already knows, though that surprise turns to anger as the Queen explains that Roana has already threatened Sam. "She said she'd wait," the baker growls, clawed hands balling into fists. "That she would give me a chance to speak to Mort, because there's no way this can be what he wants." Of course Roana had been lying. Of course it all had been a ruse. And here is Amalia, stupid enough to believe it, to trust the soldier at her word when the woman has proven again and again that she follows her own agenda, others be damned.
At least Roana's betrayal saves her from the sting of guilt as Wessex says her name, for the Shield knows she's a terrible liar, that the confirmation is all over her face. Her eyes snapping up to meet the Ascended's, Amalia chews nervously on her lip, a little panicked, a little unsure. "She has children, Wessex" the baker whispers, praying the Wraith will understand. She told the Queen so she would be on guard, not so she would hunt the soldier, trading life for life. "Give me a chance to talk to her again, before you... react. Let me try to change her mind. Please."
It surprises her that Wessex already knows, though that surprise turns to anger as the Queen explains that Roana has already threatened Sam. "She said she'd wait," the baker growls, clawed hands balling into fists. "That she would give me a chance to speak to Mort, because there's no way this can be what he wants." Of course Roana had been lying. Of course it all had been a ruse. And here is Amalia, stupid enough to believe it, to trust the soldier at her word when the woman has proven again and again that she follows her own agenda, others be damned.
At least Roana's betrayal saves her from the sting of guilt as Wessex says her name, for the Shield knows she's a terrible liar, that the confirmation is all over her face. Her eyes snapping up to meet the Ascended's, Amalia chews nervously on her lip, a little panicked, a little unsure. "She has children, Wessex" the baker whispers, praying the Wraith will understand. She told the Queen so she would be on guard, not so she would hunt the soldier, trading life for life. "Give me a chance to talk to her again, before you... react. Let me try to change her mind. Please."
day and night
AMALIA
