meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
The bed shifts beneath his weight, and Amalia exhales a soft, relieved sigh as Deimos settles next to her, not running, not arguing, not trying to make it right. It reminds her of another time, another year not that long ago, when she sat upon the edge of a bed and broke while a man held her after another series of disasters, when she had made another mistake.But today she is not breaking, not hiding, not shrinking away from the offer of comfort. She'd frozen under Rory's kindness, but as Deimos takes the place beside her Amalia finds herself leaning in, pressing her body to his stalwart figure, finding a place in the crook of his arm. Belonging- such a novel concept, so recently regained after eons of isolation. He asks what she needs, and the Shield's eyes flutter shut as she leans contentedly against his side, reaching out to claim a hand. "Just this," Amalia whispers softly. "I need this."
And for a time - moments, minutes, hours perhaps - she stays in that silence, a weight off her chest to simply be loved, to be allowed to hurt without the need to apologize, to justify, to explain. Sometimes what's needed is not a solution, which she tried so hard and so poorly to explain to Jigano. Sometimes what is needed is simple sympathy, a safe space to hurt and be told that, yes, you are allowed to ache and feel.
Amalia
