she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Amalia watches the pair with dazzlingly entranced black eyes, her anxiety eased a little bit by their adoration for one another. When Remi wills the plants into bloom her breath catches in her throat; she raises an eyebrow as the men return, her smile fond and her cheeks flushed as she continues through the ceremony.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
"Next, Remi and Ronin would like to thank Safrin, the herald of Vi and Goddess of Stars. In life Safrin watches over us all, her beauty leaving the longest nights illuminated, her kindness protecting us through our darkest times. So, too, do Remi and Ronin promise to be each other’s light in the darkness, to be patient and true as a guiding star, no matter how long the night may be. They say these vows in the light of the fire, that the smoke and embers might carry their words to Safrin, and that she might know the strength of their love."
Amalia hands the matches to Ronin, trusting him more with fire and flame. The brazier's fire will be small, subdued, safe, because as much as she loves a roaring blaze, she is not sure she trusts these two not to ignite themselves. She has already taught them about this part: they are to make vows about constancy through life, either while circling the fire or, if they feel so bold (and Amalia has no doubt they shall), immediately before leaping over it.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
