whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
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Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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Amalia
the shield of safrin
She doesn't expect the extended hand; she doesn't take it, either. Something in her twists, desperate to cling to this anchor to the world, the stalwart consistency that is Wessex. But Wessex isn't her anchor anymore, and Amalia doesn't want to drag her down.

She doesn't want to drag anyone else down with her. If she's going to sink down into darkness, she's going to do it alone.

Had the Wraith helped with gathering the leaves? A pang of guilt stabs at Amalia; she wraps her right hand around her left arm, rubbing the skin beneath her thumb. "Yes," the Shield answers softly, glancing down at her legs as though still not really sure they're there. She's grateful that Wessex doesn't push further, the silence falling between them heavily and loudly.

It allows her to hear the sound as soon as Wessex does, her senses always finely Attuned, even in human form. "Yes," she says again, but her voice has more life to it now, curious despite her own detachment. Shifting her ears to the long lilac of the qilin, she turns them on her head while calling out aloud and with her mind: "Hello? Is someone there?"
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together


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RE: whether tempest tossed thee here ashore - by Amalia - 02-17-2020, 06:32 PM

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