Amalia
the archangel
They stay on the ground like two children, drinking tea and trying to shrug off the weight of responsibility that's always shrouded them. Then they're planning a show - "Remember the puppet show?" Amalia asks, laughing as she recalls Ludo's ridiculous getup - and discussing the future, as though it were still within their control. Amalia begs for details about Mateo, makes Ronin promise to bring him next time. She smiles and laughs and tries not to think about the man in a cage who waits for his next beating, another soul she couldn't save.
Not yet. And perhaps not ever. But the girl grows stronger by the day, and injustices cannot win forever. Not while there is hope.
{Fin <3}
Not yet. And perhaps not ever. But the girl grows stronger by the day, and injustices cannot win forever. Not while there is hope.
{Fin <3}
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
