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 does not evade but neither relents, settling stiffly into his embrace, her body still coiled tightly as a spring. Shuddering a sharp inhale the Shield falls against him, not turning, not easing into his arms, not melting down from stone. Though there is comfort in contact it is not enough to break through the anger, the anxiety, the pain.
And again his voice, a low refrain that chafes against her mind. What else would she say to Remi? "I don't know," she repeats uselessly, her voice now a hoarse, tired whisper, resigned to disappoint. If she'd known what she would say to Remi she would have said it then; now she can only fetch snippets and feelings, a whirling scream beneath the calm that she desperately wants to subdue.
Tired; she's tired. "I'm sorry. I don't have... I don't know what you want."
And again his voice, a low refrain that chafes against her mind. What else would she say to Remi? "I don't know," she repeats uselessly, her voice now a hoarse, tired whisper, resigned to disappoint. If she'd known what she would say to Remi she would have said it then; now she can only fetch snippets and feelings, a whirling scream beneath the calm that she desperately wants to subdue.
Tired; she's tired. "I'm sorry. I don't have... I don't know what you want."
Amalia
