I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
"I don't need to be given the world." Biting down suddenly on her lip, Amalia looks away. Long arms wrap around her narrow chest in a defensive posture Rexanna cannot see. The baker has always been one for body language, her heart worn on her face and sleeve; how little she thinks about the way her words must seem, with nothing but her tone of voice to lend them any expression. "I need to know the world will be protected. That the Voice isn't planning to hurt it more than she already has."
Sighing, the Shield scuffs her foot anxiously across the ground. "I would like to work together," Amalia admits, staring at the mud that sits beneath her feet. "But I don't know how possible that is. The Voice- she wants to open the portals. And the Old Gods have tasked us - me - with keeping her from doing so." They are, as she told Phoebe, soldiers in this war, and the sides they have chosen are diametrically opposed.
Sighing, the Shield scuffs her foot anxiously across the ground. "I would like to work together," Amalia admits, staring at the mud that sits beneath her feet. "But I don't know how possible that is. The Voice- she wants to open the portals. And the Old Gods have tasked us - me - with keeping her from doing so." They are, as she told Phoebe, soldiers in this war, and the sides they have chosen are diametrically opposed.
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
