it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
There is comfort in the touch if not the words, cool starlight pushing through the fever, clearing the spiderwebs of fire and ice that dance across her brain. Through eyes briefly rid of their fevered film Amalia looks up at her goddess, desperation clear on her half-feline-half-qilin face, realization cutting like a knife through the illness that clouds her mind.
Then what do I do? the not-leopard whispers, mental voice full of fear. I don't think I'm the only one who's sick. Deimos, and Finn, and... A thought occurs to her, a memory that pierces the rest of it like ice. Cold fingers on her cheeks, black in the eyes of a starlit being, cruel words hissed in a beautiful voice. It had been her fault that time, and now...?
Amalia scrambles back an inch, breaking away from Safrin, suddenly afraid. The pain of a night not a year before plays out like fire, and she isn't where she is anymore, but she's there and then, watching herself fail. I am a mortal, she echoes hollowly, words that were said to her when their roles were reversed, that never left the darkest recesses of her soul. This is not a fairytale. You will let me fade away.
Then what do I do? the not-leopard whispers, mental voice full of fear. I don't think I'm the only one who's sick. Deimos, and Finn, and... A thought occurs to her, a memory that pierces the rest of it like ice. Cold fingers on her cheeks, black in the eyes of a starlit being, cruel words hissed in a beautiful voice. It had been her fault that time, and now...?
Amalia scrambles back an inch, breaking away from Safrin, suddenly afraid. The pain of a night not a year before plays out like fire, and she isn't where she is anymore, but she's there and then, watching herself fail. I am a mortal, she echoes hollowly, words that were said to her when their roles were reversed, that never left the darkest recesses of her soul. This is not a fairytale. You will let me fade away.
