Amalia
the shield of safrin
Today is a day of rest.
They are few and far between, the days when Amalia sleeps in, if it can even be called as such. Normally up well before dawn, the baker is, by necessity, a morning person, basking in those lingering moments of starlight before the sun crests past its apex. She takes pleasure in seeing the world asleep, finds peace in her (ever more frequent) morning commute from Deimos' house to the bakery before the birds have awoken. It is when the world feels safest, these days, when she can close her eyes and almost, almost, almost pretend that all is right.
But today Amalia is sleeping in. Tucked into the large bed, the girl is half-covered by a duvet, curled on her side with the blanket caught between her legs. If she can be called a girl- since last years Long Night Amalia has taken to sleeping in leopard form, and though she has tried to break that habit since she began spending nights with Deimos, she still finds herself waking up covered in ivory fur, with ears and tail on display and a distinctly feline quality to her form.
It is no different today. As the first rays of a young sun threaten the horizon the Shield begins to stir, a gentle purring rising from her chest. Yawing widely, sharp teeth on display, the leopardess stretches across the bed, her body shuddering and shivering with the motion before she flops halfway onto her other side, looking for the warm form of her lover to nuzzle against.
They are few and far between, the days when Amalia sleeps in, if it can even be called as such. Normally up well before dawn, the baker is, by necessity, a morning person, basking in those lingering moments of starlight before the sun crests past its apex. She takes pleasure in seeing the world asleep, finds peace in her (ever more frequent) morning commute from Deimos' house to the bakery before the birds have awoken. It is when the world feels safest, these days, when she can close her eyes and almost, almost, almost pretend that all is right.
But today Amalia is sleeping in. Tucked into the large bed, the girl is half-covered by a duvet, curled on her side with the blanket caught between her legs. If she can be called a girl- since last years Long Night Amalia has taken to sleeping in leopard form, and though she has tried to break that habit since she began spending nights with Deimos, she still finds herself waking up covered in ivory fur, with ears and tail on display and a distinctly feline quality to her form.
It is no different today. As the first rays of a young sun threaten the horizon the Shield begins to stir, a gentle purring rising from her chest. Yawing widely, sharp teeth on display, the leopardess stretches across the bed, her body shuddering and shivering with the motion before she flops halfway onto her other side, looking for the warm form of her lover to nuzzle against.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
