Amalia
the shield of safrin
It's like a breath of warm air when his expression softens, the smile she's seen so very rarely erasing tired lines and making him boyish, an entirely different man. She mirrors it with her own shy smile, pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear unnecessarily as color floods her cheeks. "It's a date," she agrees in a low murmur, only belatedly realizing the awkwardness of her choice of words.
The flush deepens and Amalia clears her throat, looking away from Finn again. "I, um, I'll walk you to town." She doesn't wait for an answer, but takes a barefoot step towards the distant lights of Haulani and the waiting Inn. "Torchline can be dangerous at night."
The flush deepens and Amalia clears her throat, looking away from Finn again. "I, um, I'll walk you to town." She doesn't wait for an answer, but takes a barefoot step towards the distant lights of Haulani and the waiting Inn. "Torchline can be dangerous at night."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
