i sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
Amalia does appreciate the honesty: it gives her hope that they can continue to hold on to their relationship of the past, or whatever tremulous strands of it remain in the growing space between them. She does not gesture for the others to sit - it seems a strange thing, to offer such hospitality in a place that is not hers - but she does relax a little bit, the dip between her brows growing slightly more shallow. Her mouth, however, remains a pulled-tight line, the discontent deepening as she takes in Deimos' silent additions.
Fucked up, indeed.
"Why?" she asks of Wessex aloud, wanting to hear it from the woman's lips. Why do you need this, why did you do this, why and why and why? Her fists tighten a little as she clenches her tunic, trying to hold back the leopardess that snarls and fights within. "What happened?" the Queen deserves a chance to state her case before the Shield jumps to judgment- but oh, the judgment is lurking there, so close to the surface, so ready to strike.
Fucked up, indeed.
"Why?" she asks of Wessex aloud, wanting to hear it from the woman's lips. Why do you need this, why did you do this, why and why and why? Her fists tighten a little as she clenches her tunic, trying to hold back the leopardess that snarls and fights within. "What happened?" the Queen deserves a chance to state her case before the Shield jumps to judgment- but oh, the judgment is lurking there, so close to the surface, so ready to strike.
a galaxy of shadows and stars
Amalia
