there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven
She doesn't mean to stare, not really, but there's something comical and mesmerizing in the way he struggles to eat his mouthful of fish, and besides, this encounter is already one of awkward misunderstandings. Why try to patch it up with social skills she already lacks? It isn't until he swallows and the spell is broken that she looks away, though not before catching his stilted grin.
"Relieved, I imagine. I've been avoiding him all day." Her shy smile and the glow of her halo soften any harshness form her face; she reaches up to brush a lock of hair that's escaped her loose braid back behind her ear, nestled amongst the lilacs that bloom there. He really does look like Gideon, albeit a dirtier, disheveled version who hasn't had a proper bath in Gods-know-how-long.
It makes him feel approachable, though, this man who makes a mess of his sandwich and sits among the stones, and Amalia finds herself unexpectedly lingering, though at a loss for why or what to say.
"Relieved, I imagine. I've been avoiding him all day." Her shy smile and the glow of her halo soften any harshness form her face; she reaches up to brush a lock of hair that's escaped her loose braid back behind her ear, nestled amongst the lilacs that bloom there. He really does look like Gideon, albeit a dirtier, disheveled version who hasn't had a proper bath in Gods-know-how-long.
It makes him feel approachable, though, this man who makes a mess of his sandwich and sits among the stones, and Amalia finds herself unexpectedly lingering, though at a loss for why or what to say.
Amalia
