there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven
For next time? The Angel chooses not to dwell on the implications (or lack thereof), though both smile and blush deepen briefly as she returns her name. "Amalia."
Well, aren't they a perfect pair of awkward statues frozen by the dusk? And so they may have remained for eternity, staring at one another until the volcano erupts once again and wiped away their anxieties, except, sweet mercy, Jonah breaks the ice. And it really is broken; Amalia blinks like one coming out of a daze, her thorough examination of this not-Gideon coming to an abrupt halt. "Oh!" she exclaims, her low voice a melodious, laughing chime. "I... uh..."
Suddenly self-conscious, Amalia looks back down to Haulani and considers her escape. "I really should go back..." she murmurs, clearly not convinced by her own words. She glances back at the stormy-gazed man, a flush back on her cheeks. "It's kind of nice, though. Being out here. I guess, if you don't mind..."
She settles into the grass across from him with the grace of someone whose done it a hundred times before, someone who feels more comfortable on the ground than at a table. Legs tucked underneath her, the Angel reaches out and snags a small cracker and some smoked fish. Looking back up at Jonah, Amalia tilts her head. "Why are you up here?" she asks, before popping the small sandwich between her lips with obvious delight.
Well, aren't they a perfect pair of awkward statues frozen by the dusk? And so they may have remained for eternity, staring at one another until the volcano erupts once again and wiped away their anxieties, except, sweet mercy, Jonah breaks the ice. And it really is broken; Amalia blinks like one coming out of a daze, her thorough examination of this not-Gideon coming to an abrupt halt. "Oh!" she exclaims, her low voice a melodious, laughing chime. "I... uh..."
Suddenly self-conscious, Amalia looks back down to Haulani and considers her escape. "I really should go back..." she murmurs, clearly not convinced by her own words. She glances back at the stormy-gazed man, a flush back on her cheeks. "It's kind of nice, though. Being out here. I guess, if you don't mind..."
She settles into the grass across from him with the grace of someone whose done it a hundred times before, someone who feels more comfortable on the ground than at a table. Legs tucked underneath her, the Angel reaches out and snags a small cracker and some smoked fish. Looking back up at Jonah, Amalia tilts her head. "Why are you up here?" she asks, before popping the small sandwich between her lips with obvious delight.
Amalia
