I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
Amalia flies back to the inn on wings of starlight, heart thundering violently in her chest.
She'd thought about following Remi home, tearing his door down and demanding... what? Apology? Forgiveness? Truth is, Amalia doesn't know what she would ask the Alchemist for, or what she would be able to give. The impasse they reached feels insurmountable, and yet the stubborn, anxious part of her that is pathological in its need to fix things aches and screams within her.
Shoving her way into the small room, the Shield slams the door behind her and collapses face-down on the bed. She isn't sure where Deimos is, if he is here or not. She's blind to everything but the roar in her ears of rising panic, the anger and hurt that leaves her vision spotted and red. And beneath it like a river shrouded in mist, guilt lurks, waiting for her to sink into it, a deadly dark pool so very comforting, inviting her to drown.
She'd thought about following Remi home, tearing his door down and demanding... what? Apology? Forgiveness? Truth is, Amalia doesn't know what she would ask the Alchemist for, or what she would be able to give. The impasse they reached feels insurmountable, and yet the stubborn, anxious part of her that is pathological in its need to fix things aches and screams within her.
Shoving her way into the small room, the Shield slams the door behind her and collapses face-down on the bed. She isn't sure where Deimos is, if he is here or not. She's blind to everything but the roar in her ears of rising panic, the anger and hurt that leaves her vision spotted and red. And beneath it like a river shrouded in mist, guilt lurks, waiting for her to sink into it, a deadly dark pool so very comforting, inviting her to drown.
Amalia
