Amalia
the shield of safrin
She hears him coming; even in her meditation the girl is tense, nerves pulled to the point of fraying, anxiety electric in her skin. But his step is familiar, his scent unmistakable, so the Shield tenses instead of startling, eyes fluttering open when he sits down. Now that he's here she finds herself mute, unable to grasp at any words adequate to express what she feels, what she needs.
No, it's easier to simply lean against him, to let him bury himself in her hair. Slowly, slowly, Amalia relaxes, sinking into his embrace, face upturned to the sky. "You too," she whispers, swallowing, fighting back the tears, the things that threaten to break her apart.
This is what she needed, really: to feel his heartbeat and his breath, to know that he is alive. Nothing can encompass the thing they've gone through, the scars that now litter their bodies and souls. Neither of them are the same people who started LongNight together, what feels like hours and eons ago.
No, it's easier to simply lean against him, to let him bury himself in her hair. Slowly, slowly, Amalia relaxes, sinking into his embrace, face upturned to the sky. "You too," she whispers, swallowing, fighting back the tears, the things that threaten to break her apart.
This is what she needed, really: to feel his heartbeat and his breath, to know that he is alive. Nothing can encompass the thing they've gone through, the scars that now litter their bodies and souls. Neither of them are the same people who started LongNight together, what feels like hours and eons ago.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
