I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map
& I knew that somehow I could find my way back
She considers snatching her hand back in a petulant act, but in the end decided it would take too much effort. Instead she succumbs to his ministrations, stubbornly determined not take any relief from the obnoxiously soothing act. When he finishes with her first hand she keeps it in the air, slowly extending and flexing the now-stronger fingers, aware of what he must have done, of the effects of his magic taking hold. "Thank you," she says stiffly, not looking at him as she holds her arm above her.
The fingers still tremble.
His assault of emotion catches her by surprise; for a second her own walls falter a little, the onslaught of his agony letting some of her similar emotions spill forth. Then he closes himself again and Amalia does the same, the pair of them once again boats alone at sea.
This time when he drops her hand she lets it thump back down. Staring at the ceiling, the girl shrugs weakly. "I don't know-" she replies hoarsely, her voice suddenly a child's, lost and small- and then the vulnerability is gone. "I don't know how I feel. And I'm garbage at baskets. So useless all around."
The fingers still tremble.
His assault of emotion catches her by surprise; for a second her own walls falter a little, the onslaught of his agony letting some of her similar emotions spill forth. Then he closes himself again and Amalia does the same, the pair of them once again boats alone at sea.
This time when he drops her hand she lets it thump back down. Staring at the ceiling, the girl shrugs weakly. "I don't know-" she replies hoarsely, her voice suddenly a child's, lost and small- and then the vulnerability is gone. "I don't know how I feel. And I'm garbage at baskets. So useless all around."
then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
so I stayed in the darkness with you
Amalia
