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
She feels him before she hears him, doesn't see him at all. Her back to the shower Amalia sits, silent and motionless save for the roaring of her blood. The fur on her back has not abated, nor has the lilac in her hair, the claws that now cling to the mattress, the smoke which curls up from her lips. She is not human, this version of Amalia, and certainly not whole. Fractured into pieces, all of them conflicting, utterly unable and unwilling to reconcile for now.
There is a long, drawn minute where she doesn't answer, doesn't breathe a word. Which isn't to say her mind is quiet: it is surging as heavy as the sea, roaring and screaming behind her ears. What happened? Where to even begin to answer is a mystery for the Shield.
"Nothing," she says at last, a tight, low whisper. "Nothing happened. I'm fine."
'
There is a long, drawn minute where she doesn't answer, doesn't breathe a word. Which isn't to say her mind is quiet: it is surging as heavy as the sea, roaring and screaming behind her ears. What happened? Where to even begin to answer is a mystery for the Shield.
"Nothing," she says at last, a tight, low whisper. "Nothing happened. I'm fine."
'
Amalia
