I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
He speaks prettily and carefully, Amalia thinks, but with what feels like honesty, earnest in his affection for the Harpy. And how can she help but like him for that, the kindness he showed her - a stranger - aside. Reaching for Deimos' hand beneath the table, she gives it a little squeeze, approval there if not on her face. She has more questions, more curiosity now that he has opened the door, but so far she is satisfied.
Even more so when he replies about the gods, though the way he turns it back on her sets he ever so slightly on edge. Raising an eyebrow and coloring slightly, Amalia glances away. "So I've been told," she replies somewhat dryly, rolling her eyes playfully in Kiada's direction. She is more and less than that, but it's okay. It is a title she is proud to bear, even if she doesn't always feel she has earned it.
As Deimos turns the questions back to Kiada, Amalia leans in toward Chulane. "What about you? What questions do you have for us?"
Even more so when he replies about the gods, though the way he turns it back on her sets he ever so slightly on edge. Raising an eyebrow and coloring slightly, Amalia glances away. "So I've been told," she replies somewhat dryly, rolling her eyes playfully in Kiada's direction. She is more and less than that, but it's okay. It is a title she is proud to bear, even if she doesn't always feel she has earned it.
As Deimos turns the questions back to Kiada, Amalia leans in toward Chulane. "What about you? What questions do you have for us?"
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
Amalia
