Amalia
the shield of safrin
A bold choice stings like nettles on her skin, but he can't know the lashes his playful remark lands. Still Amalia does not smile, still looking into the horizon as the lilac in her hair deepens, feathers sprouting uneasily around her face. "It didn't," Amalia agrees softly, her hands growing still.
Then she's silent, for a time.
When the Shield finally speaks again her voice is hoarse and tired. "We woke it up. It was enormous. Coffee and Apricum died immediately, and Jyoti was wounded. And Peter.... Peter was knocked unconscious. But I went to Jyo instead of him." She pulls her legs in against her chest, then, arms wrapped tight around the bare skin, forehead pressed against her knees. The implication of the consequences for her actions is there, but she can't bring herself to admit the last part.
Then she's silent, for a time.
When the Shield finally speaks again her voice is hoarse and tired. "We woke it up. It was enormous. Coffee and Apricum died immediately, and Jyoti was wounded. And Peter.... Peter was knocked unconscious. But I went to Jyo instead of him." She pulls her legs in against her chest, then, arms wrapped tight around the bare skin, forehead pressed against her knees. The implication of the consequences for her actions is there, but she can't bring herself to admit the last part.
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
