and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
He's changing. She is, too. Maybe they've both already changed so much their pieces don't fit together anymore and never will again, or maybe they can still change into something that makes sense. Is it too soon or too late for them?
Amalia doesn't know.
"Why?" She stares defiantly as he grows and rises, knowing they are crossing lines that they may never make it back from. "Why does it matter so much to you?" Ho who wants so badly to hurt her- why does he care about this?
He shifts, bigger and bigger, and still she doesn't flinch. Despite the hammering in her chest and the roar of her blood Amalia holds, staring up at sea green eyes that no longer look human, her own body contorting in time to take on scales and sleek lines, lilac and gold. Who does she think she is? These days Amalia hardly knows.
But to him? I'm your friend. Mort knows I'd rather not give a fuck about you, but I do. The frustration she channels through the bond is a palpable thing, her cloven hooves ripping furrows in the sand.
Amalia doesn't know.
"Why?" She stares defiantly as he grows and rises, knowing they are crossing lines that they may never make it back from. "Why does it matter so much to you?" Ho who wants so badly to hurt her- why does he care about this?
He shifts, bigger and bigger, and still she doesn't flinch. Despite the hammering in her chest and the roar of her blood Amalia holds, staring up at sea green eyes that no longer look human, her own body contorting in time to take on scales and sleek lines, lilac and gold. Who does she think she is? These days Amalia hardly knows.
But to him? I'm your friend. Mort knows I'd rather not give a fuck about you, but I do. The frustration she channels through the bond is a palpable thing, her cloven hooves ripping furrows in the sand.
Amalia
