once i dreamt in black & white

Amalia

the archangel

she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions

At least he's listening, though the smug smile that refuses to leave his face makes Amalia consider backing up her words with a punch to the jaw. She avoids it narrowly, clenching her hands and her jaw instead, dark eyes sharp as flint as she glares at the Priest. "Carefully," she answers tersely, "And with fire. And- without loss of life. On either side."

She looks away then, out over the pews and sconces and other ornate fixings of the mighty church, lips pursed thoughtfully. "I'll think on it more and let you know. For now... I'm going to finish my prayers and go home. Goodbye, Gideon."

{fin}

even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely