acres of longing, mountains of tenderness
The lush fur keeps him from her skin unless he searches for it, which is a good thing as Amalia's emotions are still a boiling kettle. But primary among them is gratitude, and relief: that he's alright, that he still cares, that he forgives her for what happened between the Shield and the Star.
Secondary, of course, is mortified embarrassment that he knows.
Still purring aggressively, Amalia lifts her head up at the offer of the sandwich, sniffing the damp bread curiously. It doesn't take more than one good inhale for her face to contort, fangs appearing as her lips pull back and her eyes widen, the standard feline expression of what the fuck did I just smell comically splayed over her visage. The Shield shakes her broad head adamantly, appalled and amused by this most bizarre offering. No thank you, she declines through the bond, her mental voice rippling with wry bemusement. I'm good.
Reluctantly the Shield sits up, tilting her head and looking between Remi and Ronin. I don't want to... I'm sure you two want space. And time. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Remi, and... and to say that what happened earlier, um... I, I know it doesn't mean anything. And I hope it doesn't... that you'll still want me around. After. Now. If she could blush she would; as it is she manages to do the felid equivalent, as peonies form in some of the rosettes of her coat.
Secondary, of course, is mortified embarrassment that he knows.
Still purring aggressively, Amalia lifts her head up at the offer of the sandwich, sniffing the damp bread curiously. It doesn't take more than one good inhale for her face to contort, fangs appearing as her lips pull back and her eyes widen, the standard feline expression of what the fuck did I just smell comically splayed over her visage. The Shield shakes her broad head adamantly, appalled and amused by this most bizarre offering. No thank you, she declines through the bond, her mental voice rippling with wry bemusement. I'm good.
Reluctantly the Shield sits up, tilting her head and looking between Remi and Ronin. I don't want to... I'm sure you two want space. And time. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Remi, and... and to say that what happened earlier, um... I, I know it doesn't mean anything. And I hope it doesn't... that you'll still want me around. After. Now. If she could blush she would; as it is she manages to do the felid equivalent, as peonies form in some of the rosettes of her coat.
Amalia
