you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Adam launches into a great deal more detail than Amalia had anticipated, and she finds herself sputtering a little, blinking as she turns a deeper shade of red. She is grateful when he does not ask again for the girl to describe Deimos': he has already won this round, and the baker is happy to concede, backing down from the teasing thoroughly scandalized.
Far more interesting is Adam's backstory, the person he was before he became the man she knows today. Tilting her head up to listen as he speaks, she blinks at the idea that he sought revenge. Has she ever wanted revenge against anyone? Zariah never quite got around to doing anything vengeful, and the Voice... well. That's a godly rabbit hole she is happy to avoid in her current state.
No, her life has been a charmed one in comparison to Adam's. Half the things he says she barely understands, especially with the substances working on her mind, but Amalia is coherent and intelligent enough to figure out the gist of what happened. "So you broke into his house," she says, frowning as she worries her lip. "And it went well. But you still got caught?" It is all she can assume, since this is the story of the scars.
Or maybe he robbed the man blind and then cut himself basking in the pile of treasure, like a particularly clumsy dragon. Stoned as she is, the Shield cannot help the giggle which escapes her at this particularly amusing image.
Far more interesting is Adam's backstory, the person he was before he became the man she knows today. Tilting her head up to listen as he speaks, she blinks at the idea that he sought revenge. Has she ever wanted revenge against anyone? Zariah never quite got around to doing anything vengeful, and the Voice... well. That's a godly rabbit hole she is happy to avoid in her current state.
No, her life has been a charmed one in comparison to Adam's. Half the things he says she barely understands, especially with the substances working on her mind, but Amalia is coherent and intelligent enough to figure out the gist of what happened. "So you broke into his house," she says, frowning as she worries her lip. "And it went well. But you still got caught?" It is all she can assume, since this is the story of the scars.
Or maybe he robbed the man blind and then cut himself basking in the pile of treasure, like a particularly clumsy dragon. Stoned as she is, the Shield cannot help the giggle which escapes her at this particularly amusing image.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
