Amalia
the shield of safrin
It takes her a minute to finish chewing, the mouthful of sandwich far more than what should reasonably have fit in her mouth. The act gives her time to think and consider, to mull over his question thoughtfully. What would she do, if she lived here instead? If they were truly to be transported away from their histories and responsibilities, reborn to start fresh in this land of sea and sand?
"I would be a dancer." Smiling playfully, Amalia waits to see how her husband would react to this declaration, a mischievous arch to her brow. "But I'd only dance at night, on the beach, when the moon was full. And I'd wear a mask so nobody knew who I really was." Anonymity, to disappear into the far horizon: that is what Amalia wants, and what she has forbidden herself to have.
Looking back at Deimos, she grins expectantly. "What about you? What would you be, if not General of the Hollow Grounds?"
"I would be a dancer." Smiling playfully, Amalia waits to see how her husband would react to this declaration, a mischievous arch to her brow. "But I'd only dance at night, on the beach, when the moon was full. And I'd wear a mask so nobody knew who I really was." Anonymity, to disappear into the far horizon: that is what Amalia wants, and what she has forbidden herself to have.
Looking back at Deimos, she grins expectantly. "What about you? What would you be, if not General of the Hollow Grounds?"
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
