you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
If Amalia is bad about espousing the glorious beauty that is her lover's eyes, Adam is terrible at it. It makes her feel a little better, to know she isn't the only one who struggles with her feelings, who cannot give voice to the things that matter most. "Gems, huh. Very romantic, for someone who isn't in love." Her voice is teasing, a little mischievous. Adam tried so hard to play things casual, but the baker cannot help her confidence in the squishy interior beneath the thief.
He does his best to cheer her up, and Amalia knows she should be grateful, should count the myriad of blessings she has and stop complaining about what she lacks. "Not as close as Ronin," she says with a wry smile, unable to mask the little bit of bitterness that lingers in her tone. "And I only have a shop because my family has always had it. As far back as we've ever remembered. I didn't even want to be a baker, y'know? But then everyone died and I was the only one left and it just seemed wrong, to leave the bakery behind."
She's rambling, which is a better answer to Adam's answer than her actual one. Raising her hand in front of her eyes quizzically, Amalia squints, as though expecting it to move on its own. "I don't know. What should I be feeling?"
He does his best to cheer her up, and Amalia knows she should be grateful, should count the myriad of blessings she has and stop complaining about what she lacks. "Not as close as Ronin," she says with a wry smile, unable to mask the little bit of bitterness that lingers in her tone. "And I only have a shop because my family has always had it. As far back as we've ever remembered. I didn't even want to be a baker, y'know? But then everyone died and I was the only one left and it just seemed wrong, to leave the bakery behind."
She's rambling, which is a better answer to Adam's answer than her actual one. Raising her hand in front of her eyes quizzically, Amalia squints, as though expecting it to move on its own. "I don't know. What should I be feeling?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
