Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Patience and a long temper." It's charming to see the wealth of adoration Ronin clearly has for his husband, but Amalia can't help snorting as she shakes her head. "I don't think I could count either of those among my qualities." Impatient, quick to anger, impassioned, holier-than-thou... Amalia has been called many things that contradict the very notion of calm composure, many of them deserved.
But for the Star who dragged her out of the Spire? For the Alchemist who made her wedding ring, enchanted her Shield? "I'll try."
Letting go of Ronin's hand Amalia shifts her weight, tucking her legs beneath her and leaning slightly so her shoulder presses his. "Are you okay?" the girl asks softly, turning toward the Star with worry softening her face. "Really? You... you don't have to lie. Not for me."
But for the Star who dragged her out of the Spire? For the Alchemist who made her wedding ring, enchanted her Shield? "I'll try."
Letting go of Ronin's hand Amalia shifts her weight, tucking her legs beneath her and leaning slightly so her shoulder presses his. "Are you okay?" the girl asks softly, turning toward the Star with worry softening her face. "Really? You... you don't have to lie. Not for me."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
