Amalia
the shield of safrin
Locked lips, and she falls into him like a stone sinking into the bottom of a pool, happy to bask in the weight of her adoration, to fill all the space left between them with love. Promises in rings and whispers and touches, in mouths and eyes and fingers and breaths; she will make them and make them and make them again, pledge herself a lover, a partner, a wife.
Only one voice could break her away from him, Safrin's dulcet tones as bright as starlight on the wind. Together, bound in stars and magic, in the presence of loved ones and under witness of her family... it is too much for the girl to hold in. So while Diemos thanks with smiles and laughter, Amalia thanks in a more overt form, releasing her husband only long enough to fling her arms around Safrin's neck.
"Thank you," the Shield whispers to her patron, her goddess, her family, the one who has made her all that she is. "For everything... thank you, Safrin. I love you so much." A kiss on the cheek, made bold by her gratitude and happiness, and Amalia pulls away, returning to Deimos' arms. Her back to his chest, she looks on Kiada and Evie. "Thank you for coming, too. Should we go join our guests?" the girl wonders, arcing her neck to gaze upon the center of her world, beaming radiantly at the Sword.
{fin!}
Only one voice could break her away from him, Safrin's dulcet tones as bright as starlight on the wind. Together, bound in stars and magic, in the presence of loved ones and under witness of her family... it is too much for the girl to hold in. So while Diemos thanks with smiles and laughter, Amalia thanks in a more overt form, releasing her husband only long enough to fling her arms around Safrin's neck.
"Thank you," the Shield whispers to her patron, her goddess, her family, the one who has made her all that she is. "For everything... thank you, Safrin. I love you so much." A kiss on the cheek, made bold by her gratitude and happiness, and Amalia pulls away, returning to Deimos' arms. Her back to his chest, she looks on Kiada and Evie. "Thank you for coming, too. Should we go join our guests?" the girl wonders, arcing her neck to gaze upon the center of her world, beaming radiantly at the Sword.
{fin!}
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
