why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
There's something weirdly comforting in the sight of Ronin thoroughly tousled and covered in flour, beaming (literally) with warmth and light. The open honesty of it is a balm, hitting her harder than she expected; she half-laughs, half-sobs as he wraps her in a wet and messy hug, once again grateful for the sound of the rain.
"Cleaning?" This time Amalia does laugh, a bright and ringing sound that she surprises herself with. "It looks like the bakery when Evie and I used to help my nani prepare for Fiat Lux." The house bears so many signs of habitation, from discarded clothes to shoes to toys, a stark contrast to the minimalism of her shared home with the Sword.
The smile fades as swiftly as it rose, replaced with a quiet anxiety. Shrugging off her damp coat uncertainly Amalia looks everywhere but at Ronin's face. "Sorry for... for just showing up like this. I, um, I needed to talk to someone, and-" She breaks off as tears spring up again, anger with her own weakness coloring her face. Jyoti croons encouragingly, singing starlight upon her troubled soulmate and turning a large, concerned eye to the Star. "Sorry. I've been- I'm fine."
"Cleaning?" This time Amalia does laugh, a bright and ringing sound that she surprises herself with. "It looks like the bakery when Evie and I used to help my nani prepare for Fiat Lux." The house bears so many signs of habitation, from discarded clothes to shoes to toys, a stark contrast to the minimalism of her shared home with the Sword.
The smile fades as swiftly as it rose, replaced with a quiet anxiety. Shrugging off her damp coat uncertainly Amalia looks everywhere but at Ronin's face. "Sorry for... for just showing up like this. I, um, I needed to talk to someone, and-" She breaks off as tears spring up again, anger with her own weakness coloring her face. Jyoti croons encouragingly, singing starlight upon her troubled soulmate and turning a large, concerned eye to the Star. "Sorry. I've been- I'm fine."
Amalia
