shield for a heart,
and a sword for a tongue
The Harpy doesn’t know how Deimos will take her words. She knows Amalia will approve, she knows the leopardess, baker, shield, will always find it in her to love her — even if she had yet to apologize for the events of the Cloister. She hopes Amalia knows she’s sorry for it too, and that she’s tried, even if she can’t come up with the words to accurately say just how much. Instead, the love and affection that beams through the bond to her is enough — really the only thing she’d ever wanted to have in her life, aside from her twin, aside from Ru’in.
The girl wants family that will not abandon, will not leave her to figure out her life on her own. She she has found it with the two of them here, and she holds onto it tightly as she looks to the Reaper, with his set jaw, the anger that pulses from him, and she tells him she loves him too. There’s a slight smile along her exhausted face at his reaction, akin to his eyes nearly popping out of his head, causing her smile to edge a bit deeper, to show some of the spark is still in her, even if she’s exhausted.
But he lifts his hand, and ruffles her dark crown of hair, and says it back and she’s certain Amalia can feel the love and warmth radiating from her. But it shatters as soon as Deimos speaks next, a hint of surprise crosses her face and feathers begin to sprout along her shoulder blades, radiating out from her spine to the tops of her shoulders as she tilts her head to him. Amalia’s voice pipes up and smooths her feathers slightly, but she doesn’t let her gaze leave Deimos’. “The painter?” She asks tiredly, confused.
But she nearly groans when Deimos mentions that he will be walking her. It makes sense to the Harpy, but that also means she’s going, whether she wants to or not. And her head shifts toward Amalia while she helps with the sandwiches. “Rumor has it she is Ascended and Abandoned now, too.” She says softly, before shooting Deimos a fiery look. “And I suppose I have to be there?”
The girl wants family that will not abandon, will not leave her to figure out her life on her own. She she has found it with the two of them here, and she holds onto it tightly as she looks to the Reaper, with his set jaw, the anger that pulses from him, and she tells him she loves him too. There’s a slight smile along her exhausted face at his reaction, akin to his eyes nearly popping out of his head, causing her smile to edge a bit deeper, to show some of the spark is still in her, even if she’s exhausted.
But he lifts his hand, and ruffles her dark crown of hair, and says it back and she’s certain Amalia can feel the love and warmth radiating from her. But it shatters as soon as Deimos speaks next, a hint of surprise crosses her face and feathers begin to sprout along her shoulder blades, radiating out from her spine to the tops of her shoulders as she tilts her head to him. Amalia’s voice pipes up and smooths her feathers slightly, but she doesn’t let her gaze leave Deimos’. “The painter?” She asks tiredly, confused.
But she nearly groans when Deimos mentions that he will be walking her. It makes sense to the Harpy, but that also means she’s going, whether she wants to or not. And her head shifts toward Amalia while she helps with the sandwiches. “Rumor has it she is Ascended and Abandoned now, too.” She says softly, before shooting Deimos a fiery look. “And I suppose I have to be there?”
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
