Amalia
the archangel
Amalia returns Ray's hug with a similar desperation, though the way she clings to the other girl is almost feral for now. She's shaking, though whether from cold or fear or strain is a mystery; the large wings that wrapped so carefully around them have long since vanished back into the tattoo on her back.
They cling to each other a little while longer, Amalia peeking up from under Ray's dark hair to see the last of the flash flood disappear over the edge of the Leap. With a slow, shuddering breath, she pulls away slightly from the entanglement of limbs - only so she can sit up and actually look around, her damp hair plastered to her face. "I don't... know," she answers slowly, voice stuttering in time with her heart. "I didn't see--"
Something washes up from the still wild water, something metal and long with curled mechanical fingers that have recently been disengaged from a glowing sphere. Amalia blinks, reaching towards it then stopping, hand hovering a few inches away. "Is that... an arm?"
They cling to each other a little while longer, Amalia peeking up from under Ray's dark hair to see the last of the flash flood disappear over the edge of the Leap. With a slow, shuddering breath, she pulls away slightly from the entanglement of limbs - only so she can sit up and actually look around, her damp hair plastered to her face. "I don't... know," she answers slowly, voice stuttering in time with her heart. "I didn't see--"
Something washes up from the still wild water, something metal and long with curled mechanical fingers that have recently been disengaged from a glowing sphere. Amalia blinks, reaching towards it then stopping, hand hovering a few inches away. "Is that... an arm?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
