Amalia
the archangel
His blue eyes slide off her black ones like ice, and in the light of the crimson sunset they take on a nearly violet sheen. Amalia watches with a strange sort of intensity, emboldened by the unicorns at her flank, the horns and scales that mark her as more. More than him and his bitterness, his failure, another one of the Voice's puppets made to serve dark deeds. Her lip twitches as she waits for his reply, and when it comes...
Well. It isn't what she hoped for, but it is what she feared. With Wessex in charge - with the Grounds so cut off - with Sam's indecision--- we could have helped, if you hadn't waited, her internal voice screams. It flickers over her face in a tightening of her lips, lines between her brows, narrowing of her eyes.
"Are the monsters still there?" Amalia asks, keeping her own troubled gaze on Aamu. "How many died?" Who died?, she doesn't ask directly, but a lump forms at her throat as she thinks of Kiada. A unicorn whuffs and shuffles closer, exhaling into the Angel's hair as Jyoti curls into her arms.
And then she softens, just a little, the facade cracking and giving way to the vulnerable girl beneath. "I grew up there," Amalia says softly, turning into the unicorn's touch. "This was my first LongNight away. I should... I should have been there."
Well. It isn't what she hoped for, but it is what she feared. With Wessex in charge - with the Grounds so cut off - with Sam's indecision--- we could have helped, if you hadn't waited, her internal voice screams. It flickers over her face in a tightening of her lips, lines between her brows, narrowing of her eyes.
"Are the monsters still there?" Amalia asks, keeping her own troubled gaze on Aamu. "How many died?" Who died?, she doesn't ask directly, but a lump forms at her throat as she thinks of Kiada. A unicorn whuffs and shuffles closer, exhaling into the Angel's hair as Jyoti curls into her arms.
And then she softens, just a little, the facade cracking and giving way to the vulnerable girl beneath. "I grew up there," Amalia says softly, turning into the unicorn's touch. "This was my first LongNight away. I should... I should have been there."
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
