meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
There are things unsaid and things unsaid, and Amalia knows the difference. One of them lingers in the space between them, open and acknowledged without the use of words. The other one bites and claws upon her throat, threatening to suffocate her if she isn't careful, to sit there and choke her until she can no longer breathe. It has always been her way, to keep a part of herself hidden, try to subdue the dark and creeping anxieties that linger so constant in her mind. It is easy, in a false, corrupted way. As easy as living, as easy as loving- both feats she had believed impossible, in the years before today.He doesn't voice any of the unsaid things, though, so she doesn't either, exhaling softly against his back and swallowing it all back down, down, down. Instead he gestures to a charm upon the table, sparkling and lovely in the low firelight. Releasing her arms from around him reluctantly, Amalia moves to stand beside Deimos, not quite touching, not quite gone. "It's beautiful," she murmurs, surprised and pleased, reaching out with reverent fingers to caress the constellations. Glancing up at her lover, eyes dark and clouded with thought, the girl manages a genuine smile despite her aching insecurities. "Does it turn into a sword?" A gentle tease, but not without a little bit of genuine curiosity. Nothing he gives her is without function, and she imagines that this must be the same.
Amalia
