you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Of the things Amalia expects Ronin to materialize, a flower is not one. Black as night, Amalia regards it with a lifted eyebrow and a tilt of her head, glancing curiously between the bloom and the man and waiting for the explanation to arise.
And what an explanation it is. Confusion gives way to bemusement, a little disbelief, and then a grin and rueful laugh, the girl shaking her head at this most unusual of quests. "It sounds delightful," she agrees, raising an eyebrow at the idea of a more emotional Ronin. "Are they ever pleasant feelings?" she wonders, already moving her feet out from under her, readying to stand and leaning forward to investigate the flower. "How long will it last?"
Of course she's going to be part of this stupidity. Really, he didn't need to ask.
And what an explanation it is. Confusion gives way to bemusement, a little disbelief, and then a grin and rueful laugh, the girl shaking her head at this most unusual of quests. "It sounds delightful," she agrees, raising an eyebrow at the idea of a more emotional Ronin. "Are they ever pleasant feelings?" she wonders, already moving her feet out from under her, readying to stand and leaning forward to investigate the flower. "How long will it last?"
Of course she's going to be part of this stupidity. Really, he didn't need to ask.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
