Amalia
the shield of safrin
Evie's question is a moment of truth, a dangerous precipice on which she stands, daring to tumble off. She could fall or she could fly, and which one depends entirely on the woman beside her - the woman who has been by her side since they were youths, who has been a sister for years before recent revelations gave weight to the word. So why does it sit so heavy on her tongue, cling to her uvula and refuse to be spilled? Sister. Sister.
Family.
She inhales, looking into the puddle and finding exactly what she anticipated - or perhaps the image in her mind is so blinding, she cannot see anything else. "I see a family dinner. Me and... and you. And Sam. Together. Because..."
Turning back to Evie suddenly, Amalia stares up at the older girl, for all the world a child. Exposed and hopeful and terrified, she searches for understanding and acceptance while her toes curl and her fingers clench and her eyes glitter with keen, anxious hope. "Evie I... I learned about my father. And who he is. Was." Inhaling sharply, she forces the words out.
"Evie... we're sisters. By blood."
Family.
She inhales, looking into the puddle and finding exactly what she anticipated - or perhaps the image in her mind is so blinding, she cannot see anything else. "I see a family dinner. Me and... and you. And Sam. Together. Because..."
Turning back to Evie suddenly, Amalia stares up at the older girl, for all the world a child. Exposed and hopeful and terrified, she searches for understanding and acceptance while her toes curl and her fingers clench and her eyes glitter with keen, anxious hope. "Evie I... I learned about my father. And who he is. Was." Inhaling sharply, she forces the words out.
"Evie... we're sisters. By blood."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
