It takes a leap of faith

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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Would you like to stay the night? If asked, Amalia could not have said why this simple question catches her off-guard, makes her stop her musing and chewing, half a muffin still raised to her lips. Perhaps she is simply taken aback, caught off guard by this newest of firsts. Perhaps because it has been so long since she slept beside someone she can scarcely remember the feeling of it. Perhaps she is self conscious of her own restless sleeping; or she is worried about the bakery and Jyoti; or she fears that he might snore.

Perhaps it is simply so rare that she is asked to stay, always having begged for others not to run away, always having clung to ghosts without feeling embraced in turn, that she does not know if she can trust her ears when the offer is extended.

The mouthful of food makes a perfect excuse for silence, a mute response as her eyes open wide. Words failing the baker is not unusual, and perhaps Deimos will not think it odd, especially since her expressive face says more than her voice ever could. Color rises to her cheeks; black eyes speak of disbelief, of wonder and happiness and anxiety and hope, of dreams she's had that he would ask this, of fears she shall not be enough. Somehow the Shield of Safrin believes she can fail everything, even sleeping.

Let her never be accused of being a logical creature, the Chandrakant baker with her heart on her sleeve.

At last she swallows down the bite, already smiling, a small shy smile on her lips. "I think I would like that," she whispers, confesses, falling once more, black into blue. Raising her hand up to pull a lock of hair behind her ear, Amalia drops her eyes a moment, pausing before turning her gaze back up. "If... If you don't mind."

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you're breaking your own heart

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