Amalia
the shield of safrin
Ever barefoot, she has no shoes to cast aside as she slips into the shore, sand creasing between her toes. The last bites of sandwich can be eaten while walking; wherever it is he is meandering off to, she will follow as surely as tides follow the moon.
His own chosen alter ego catches her somewhat by surprise, a giggle rising swift and unbidden to escape from vocal chords. "I can't imagine you blending in anywhere," Amalia fires back, entirely complimentary in her declaration, I would still know you similarly unsaid.
A smile curls the Shield's lips at the promise he would find her still, captured in the light of the moon and the away of hips and hands. "No matter how many came to watch her, the dancer wouldn't care." Continuing to meander in his footsteps, she makes no haste to catch the Sword, content for now with their game of dreams. "She wouldn't dance for them. She would dance for the Gods, and for the hope that the handsome explorer would return again each month."
His own chosen alter ego catches her somewhat by surprise, a giggle rising swift and unbidden to escape from vocal chords. "I can't imagine you blending in anywhere," Amalia fires back, entirely complimentary in her declaration, I would still know you similarly unsaid.
A smile curls the Shield's lips at the promise he would find her still, captured in the light of the moon and the away of hips and hands. "No matter how many came to watch her, the dancer wouldn't care." Continuing to meander in his footsteps, she makes no haste to catch the Sword, content for now with their game of dreams. "She wouldn't dance for them. She would dance for the Gods, and for the hope that the handsome explorer would return again each month."
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
