you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Adam may not be able to even consider laughing at his story, but it takes Amalia a great deal of self restraint to maintain composure in her inebriated state, the imagery distinctively entertaining despite the incredibly horrifying conversation topic. Instead she focuses on being an empathetic listener, her body shifting just enough to allow a rumbling, comforting purr to escape from her chest.
Marriage leading to disaster is one of the Shield's greatest fears, but again, not about her. "It can't have been all bad," she suggests unhelpfully, with no real information to back it up except that Adam had spoken fondly of Heidi that day they met in the bakery. Then her half-smile fades again, and she puts her head back on his shoulder, sighing softly and biting her lip. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Adam. But for what it's worth, I think you're pretty great."
Marriage leading to disaster is one of the Shield's greatest fears, but again, not about her. "It can't have been all bad," she suggests unhelpfully, with no real information to back it up except that Adam had spoken fondly of Heidi that day they met in the bakery. Then her half-smile fades again, and she puts her head back on his shoulder, sighing softly and biting her lip. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Adam. But for what it's worth, I think you're pretty great."
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
