AmaLIa
shield of safrin
She's not sure what's more disconcerting: his bizarre, blase mannerisms, or how close it all feels to that day in the Labyrinth when they fought each other.
Except that time he'd been the weakened one, and she was whole and strong.
He walks past her unceremoniously, and oh but she wishes she could grab him by his collar and give him a good shake- but all she can do is sit and stare uselessly, half relieved and half afraid. "Of course she did," Amalia snaps, then bites her tongue at the stupidity of the barb. He's lost and suffered so much more than her, done more, deserves more-
-but fuck, it hurts to know that he was rescued while she was left to die.
His question is a flint to her sleeping fire: "Nothing so fancy," she snaps in reply, desperately willing him to turn back around. "I flew. Through the portal. Since I can't walk anymore because you dropped a building on my spine."
Except that time he'd been the weakened one, and she was whole and strong.
He walks past her unceremoniously, and oh but she wishes she could grab him by his collar and give him a good shake- but all she can do is sit and stare uselessly, half relieved and half afraid. "Of course she did," Amalia snaps, then bites her tongue at the stupidity of the barb. He's lost and suffered so much more than her, done more, deserves more-
-but fuck, it hurts to know that he was rescued while she was left to die.
His question is a flint to her sleeping fire: "Nothing so fancy," she snaps in reply, desperately willing him to turn back around. "I flew. Through the portal. Since I can't walk anymore because you dropped a building on my spine."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
