even when i was a child
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
"Bold, to return to the scene of the crime."
What brings Amalia to the Ahi Coast? Maybe it's insomnia, the nighttime ramblings of the haunted bones tied to a haunted mind. Maybe it's because she misses the ocean - maybe it's because she fears it. Maybe her sense of unaddressed injustice created a beacon between herself and Sam, drawing her here through dreams and darkness, compelled and impelled by things left unsaid.
Whatever the reason, here Amalia is. She appears like the avenging angel she is, wings spread, a halo of wrath casting shadows through the thorns in her hair. She appears in a pop and a flash of bright light, manifesting before the Ascended in a blink. She appears like lighting before the thunder, her glare as harsh as the summer sun as it settles on her brother. She appears like a child, enraged and alone, standing against an insurmountable world, her hands at her sides and her chin upturned as she waits for defense to drop from his lips.
She appears in the guise of many things, and none of them are chill.
What brings Amalia to the Ahi Coast? Maybe it's insomnia, the nighttime ramblings of the haunted bones tied to a haunted mind. Maybe it's because she misses the ocean - maybe it's because she fears it. Maybe her sense of unaddressed injustice created a beacon between herself and Sam, drawing her here through dreams and darkness, compelled and impelled by things left unsaid.
Whatever the reason, here Amalia is. She appears like the avenging angel she is, wings spread, a halo of wrath casting shadows through the thorns in her hair. She appears in a pop and a flash of bright light, manifesting before the Ascended in a blink. She appears like lighting before the thunder, her glare as harsh as the summer sun as it settles on her brother. She appears like a child, enraged and alone, standing against an insurmountable world, her hands at her sides and her chin upturned as she waits for defense to drop from his lips.
She appears in the guise of many things, and none of them are chill.
