born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
It is very tempting to leave him there, because Amalia is tired. She's tired, and she knows what it's like to be dead and a monster, how comforting it can be. She remembers the way the water rushed over her, into her, filing her lungs and pressing against her heart. "You're going to drown," she whispers hoarsely, eyes wide with terror, looking at something that isn't Finn. "If you don't save yourself, you're going to drown."
But he doesn't save himself, doesn't move, and Amalia knows what she must do. Just as an angel tore her through the surface she must do the same. Whether or not he wants it doesn't matter: she is not ready to lose him, this strange phantom of a friend.
If he is going into the dark, then Amalia will follow. Like a strange snake creature she slithers down, bringing her blanket and pillow along because if they're going to die they may as well do so in comfort.
She lands beside him with a solid whump, then army-crawls half-under the bed, until she's nestled against his side. "Now we're both monsters," Amalia murmurs into the small of his back, the nest of his curls, her eyes already falling shut as exhaustion finally wins. "I'll dream about you. One day we'll be alive again."
And then, Amalia sleeps.
{Finnnnnigan}
But he doesn't save himself, doesn't move, and Amalia knows what she must do. Just as an angel tore her through the surface she must do the same. Whether or not he wants it doesn't matter: she is not ready to lose him, this strange phantom of a friend.
If he is going into the dark, then Amalia will follow. Like a strange snake creature she slithers down, bringing her blanket and pillow along because if they're going to die they may as well do so in comfort.
She lands beside him with a solid whump, then army-crawls half-under the bed, until she's nestled against his side. "Now we're both monsters," Amalia murmurs into the small of his back, the nest of his curls, her eyes already falling shut as exhaustion finally wins. "I'll dream about you. One day we'll be alive again."
And then, Amalia sleeps.
{Finnnnnigan}
shield of safrin
