you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
She doesn't know whether to flinch away or lean into it as Adam touches her knee softly, so instead she smiles sheepishly, staring down at his hand. "Sorry, I... I dunno. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should have thought it through." How many of her brash plans have worked out, lately? None. Not one. So why should this be different?
But Adam is a relentless force of energy, and Amalia feels herself softening a little at his insistence and reassurance. Deimos is a topic sure to bring back her smile, though the suggestion she tell about his dick has the baker turning a shade of scarlet, a sharp and bewildered laugh rising from her lungs. Thoroughly distracted, she punches Adam's shoulder playfully, clearly at a loss for how to reply. "He, ah... his eyes are blue."
She is not about to tell him about his penis. Not sober, anyway.
"Well, he's... he's from the same place as Kiada and Rexanna. Which is interesting, I guess? I think he was a king there, but he doesn't talk about it much. Wessex made him a general here, though, so maybe he'll realize he's too good for me soon." The words slip out without much thought behind them, surprisingly calm for their implication. Perhaps it is a sign that Adam's drugs are kicking in, that she is able to so easily voice her insecurities. Smiling faintly, she turns back to her friend, head back upon her pulled up knees. "But he makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm good enough, y'know?"
But Adam is a relentless force of energy, and Amalia feels herself softening a little at his insistence and reassurance. Deimos is a topic sure to bring back her smile, though the suggestion she tell about his dick has the baker turning a shade of scarlet, a sharp and bewildered laugh rising from her lungs. Thoroughly distracted, she punches Adam's shoulder playfully, clearly at a loss for how to reply. "He, ah... his eyes are blue."
She is not about to tell him about his penis. Not sober, anyway.
"Well, he's... he's from the same place as Kiada and Rexanna. Which is interesting, I guess? I think he was a king there, but he doesn't talk about it much. Wessex made him a general here, though, so maybe he'll realize he's too good for me soon." The words slip out without much thought behind them, surprisingly calm for their implication. Perhaps it is a sign that Adam's drugs are kicking in, that she is able to so easily voice her insecurities. Smiling faintly, she turns back to her friend, head back upon her pulled up knees. "But he makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm good enough, y'know?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
