meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
She thinks she must know how he feels, to be trapped away, the guard, the barrier, the defense against the night. He is a Sword after all, honed and polished and meant for battle, fierce and bold and vibrant through even the darkest night. He is braver than she, braver than all of them perhaps, stronger and far more capable than many of the rest of them.But that is why he is needed, valued- to help the helpless while the rest of them fulfill foolish promises to absent gods, go on missions to help the dead while the living linger behind. She is a Shield to those who go without, but he must be the sword for all who stay within, as much as she would like to keep him close, to wield him at her side.
The children are quieted, Roana's body tucked away, and she takes the brief and intervening quiet to find Deimos in a quiet place. Slipping behind the stalwart Sword, Amalia lets her arms wrap quietly around his waist, leaning her cheek on his upper back and sighing into the scent of him. "Hi," a murmured syllable, a breath, the things unsaid in the strength of her embrace. I'm scared, I hate this, I love you, I can't lose you, be safe.
Amalia
