Amalia
She tilts her head as he talks about Peter, pleasantly entranced by the clear affection in his face and voice, even as she blushes at the mention of a bit further. "I'm happy for you," she says sincerely, biting into her roll. "You deserve happiness." It is good to see these snippets of sunbeams peeking through the trees, lighting up the darkness that threatens to swallow them all.
And of course he is still Adam, making her laugh with his strange, easy flirtation, her expression wry but not unamused. "Maybe I'll take you up on that. You were the first man to sleep in mine- it only seems fair." First, but no longer only, and the baker's smile warms.
It is her turn to look down, tearing off pieces of her roll, a shy grin splitting her lips. "I like... him." Truthfully Deimos is far from what she would have thought her 'type' to be, yet he is the only person she has ever wanted the way she does. His comment about personality makes her laugh, her eyebrow raising as she turns back to Adam. "And skinny guys are always trying to compensate- but no, he's... He's funny. And sweet. And brave, and generous, and he takes good care of me, and I..."
Shaking her bead, she trails off, black eyes soft as they stare into the trees. "I do not deserve him. But I try."
And of course he is still Adam, making her laugh with his strange, easy flirtation, her expression wry but not unamused. "Maybe I'll take you up on that. You were the first man to sleep in mine- it only seems fair." First, but no longer only, and the baker's smile warms.
It is her turn to look down, tearing off pieces of her roll, a shy grin splitting her lips. "I like... him." Truthfully Deimos is far from what she would have thought her 'type' to be, yet he is the only person she has ever wanted the way she does. His comment about personality makes her laugh, her eyebrow raising as she turns back to Adam. "And skinny guys are always trying to compensate- but no, he's... He's funny. And sweet. And brave, and generous, and he takes good care of me, and I..."
Shaking her bead, she trails off, black eyes soft as they stare into the trees. "I do not deserve him. But I try."
