Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Her breath hitches and her eyes close again because Vi, please, don't make her say it. His confusion feels like a ton of bricks striking against her diaphragm; it was hard enough to get the words out the first time, and saying it again feels like torture she cannot hope to endure. What does it ever mean? she wants to scream, emotions running brightly through her like a flood.Inhale. Exhale. Take a moment. Tell it slowly. He deserves to hear it all.
When she opens her eyes again they're dull, staring into the middle distance of his chest as she tries to recall what happened without breaking apart. "Her expedition... Vi sent me there. To help. We were in a place full of lava, and there was a god with glass in his chest. Loren tried to pull it out, and Wessex and Hotaru and I shielded him, and Kia--"
She pauses again as her voice breaks, turning her face away. Swallowing down the bile that rumbles in her stomach, Amalia again breathes in and out deeply, dark eyes once more closed. "Kiada flew above to scout. She was so brave, and everything was going so well, and then there was an eruption and the magma struck her and I tried to reach her and--"
Again she breaks. Her hands clenched hard enough to leave half-circles on her palms, Amalia looks up at Deimos with devastation written on her face. "She fell. Into the magma. She... oh gods, Deimos. She fell."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
