Amalia
the archangel
Gently Safrin caresses the girl, leaving Amalia literally and figuratively aglow, still somewhat awed that any of this could be happening to her. But beneath the warmth of the goddess's affection, something cold lingers, too. The smile fades with Safrin's warning, leaving wide eyes and vulnerable anxiety in its place.
"What do you mean? Have- am I disappointing him?" Helplessly she searches for more in the Goddess' face, as though the understanding she desperately seeks might be revealed in the starlit eyes. "Please, Safrin-- this is why I need your help. I want to be good enough - to be ready." Locks of lilac curl in her hair as Amalia sits back, gazing up at the goddess who has given her so much. "What... happened to them? The... the ones before us? The other demigods?"
"What do you mean? Have- am I disappointing him?" Helplessly she searches for more in the Goddess' face, as though the understanding she desperately seeks might be revealed in the starlit eyes. "Please, Safrin-- this is why I need your help. I want to be good enough - to be ready." Locks of lilac curl in her hair as Amalia sits back, gazing up at the goddess who has given her so much. "What... happened to them? The... the ones before us? The other demigods?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
