she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
"I don't know. Perhaps it's a lost cause." Sighing, dramatic, but not with much conviction- Amalia has never been one to hold a ruse for long. Her dedication to the farce is admirable, but faltering, serious facade of the long-suffering debutante giving way to the softness of an adoring beloved. She knows he does not see himself in the things she says, but they are true: he is all of them and more to her, and to any who would care to look. If she cannot be his equal then perhaps she can be his mirror, doing her utmost to reflect back upon him the light he effortlessly casts.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Laughing as he pulls her close, Amalia succumbs to his embrace, hands still clasped and black eyes bright as they fall so far into his blue. "I don't believe in settling," she announces, her voice playful and teasing and singsong, golden head shaking in mock rebuttal. "If you want a dance, sir, you have to earn it. But you're resourceful; I'm sure you can think of a way."
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
