Amalia
the shield of safrin
He doesn't pursue as swift as she expects, instead staying placed at the side of the pool. He is patience where she is impetuous, stone where she is flame. While Amalia waits, taut as a bow and ready at a moment's notice to spring away, Deimos watches with a predator's gaze.
It sends a shiver down her spine.
Each muscle is drawn and ready for flight as she looks at him from across the water, fire in her eyes. "Yes. If she is caught." If he catches her - and he will catch her, already has, snared again and ever entwined - he might bestow whatever it is he wishes, and take more than that besides.
It sends a shiver down her spine.
Each muscle is drawn and ready for flight as she looks at him from across the water, fire in her eyes. "Yes. If she is caught." If he catches her - and he will catch her, already has, snared again and ever entwined - he might bestow whatever it is he wishes, and take more than that besides.
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
