Amalia
the archangel
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
Gideon may think he's formidable, flashing his bright teeth, but Amalia has fought too many unbalanced fights to be reassured by the masculine posturing. Crossing her arms over her chest, the Shield frowns and lifts her chin, a stubborn set to her angular jaw. She says nothing, only grits her teeth, her muscles tensing and releasing as lush fur manifests on her neck and shoulders, rippling over her back.
"Yes. I'm in." The words are clipped, emotion barely contained behind them. Dark eyes flicker over Gideon again; she bites her lips, considering, and then heaves an unhappy sigh. "But you're wrong. The Gods may favor us, but I've seen better people than you die for less. Stronger. If we do this - if I do this - then you need to know your limits. You, you can't just pray - you need to be smart. To work together. And to listen to me. I, I know you don't think much of me - that I'm young and soft - but, but I've seen more fights than you have. Lost more people."
She breaks off suddenly, looking away, eyes moist in the firelight. "I'm not going to lose any more."
"Yes. I'm in." The words are clipped, emotion barely contained behind them. Dark eyes flicker over Gideon again; she bites her lips, considering, and then heaves an unhappy sigh. "But you're wrong. The Gods may favor us, but I've seen better people than you die for less. Stronger. If we do this - if I do this - then you need to know your limits. You, you can't just pray - you need to be smart. To work together. And to listen to me. I, I know you don't think much of me - that I'm young and soft - but, but I've seen more fights than you have. Lost more people."
She breaks off suddenly, looking away, eyes moist in the firelight. "I'm not going to lose any more."
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
