meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
It is years of bad habits and anxiety and loss that cause her to create a space between them, an opening for him to escape. She is broken, can't he see that, fractured at the core: how could he want her like this, making no sense as she espouses anxieties, her heart laid bare in incoherent sentences? Jigano had not understood; she had only hurt him with her pain. Is she fated now to do the same to him, to try for honesty and succeed only in childishness?She tries to create a space, but he does not allow it, grabbing her back from the brink of eternity and grounding here here, in the place against his heart. There is a sharp gasp of wonder and relief, a choked sob from the girl; she reaches up to wrap her arms around his, leaning her angular cheek against his bearded one, sighing into the comfort of acceptance. He has lived three lives, loved three worlds, experienced and lost more than she shall ever fathom, and still he wants her, allows her to simply be here and hurt.
"I will, though." Amalia's alto holds none of the self debasement that might be expected from that sentence: it is a simple statement of fact, a wry half smile conveyed as she goes on. "And you'll let me down. People hurt each other. Especially those... Those they love." Thinking once more to Jigano, the baker winces sharply. She had made mistakes there, starting from a point of anger instead of honesty and understanding. To see that bond break, the way the one with her mother did...
She can only hope it is not too late for her to make amends.
Sighing, the baker leans back against Deimos, legs still tucked up to her chest. "How about you? Are you... Are you okay?"
Amalia
