I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Amalia can feel her tension easing slightly as they approach the glade, distracted from brooding over racial differences by the sheer delight of hearing Rexanna talk about Deimos' history. Her toes press gently in the grass as they walk, padded feet not bothered by the cold, a shy, soft smile on her angular face as she carefully leads the Penumbra on. "Do you think he liked being a King?" she wonders , glancing sidelong at the woman- and then, almost an afterthought, an anxious addition she almost doesn't dare to say. "Did he... did he have a queen?" How did he love someone if he could not even touch?
'He met a girl in the rain...'
Shaking her head she tries to push such troubling thoughts away. He lived a life before her - more than one, in fact. She cannot allow herself to be threatened by that, has managed to avoid it for this long. So what if she is boring and plain, nothing compared to the woman on her arm, the ones who must live in his past?
As they reach the glade she gently eases the other woman toward one of the larger stones. "Here- if you like you can stay here. and I'll, uh, I'll look for a rock. And maybe you can... you can tel me a little more? Of what he was like?"
'He met a girl in the rain...'
Shaking her head she tries to push such troubling thoughts away. He lived a life before her - more than one, in fact. She cannot allow herself to be threatened by that, has managed to avoid it for this long. So what if she is boring and plain, nothing compared to the woman on her arm, the ones who must live in his past?
As they reach the glade she gently eases the other woman toward one of the larger stones. "Here- if you like you can stay here. and I'll, uh, I'll look for a rock. And maybe you can... you can tel me a little more? Of what he was like?"
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
Amalia
