you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
The idea of Adam attempting to seduce Deimos sends Amalia into another fit of laughter, though now a little jealous insecurity makes its way back through her haze. "Please don't," the baker entreats between giggles. "I don't know that I'd be able to compete with all that oozing sex appeal." What if someone did try to seduce Deimos away from her? What if he found someone prettier, smarter, more fun, more stable, more?
Swallowing down this rising anxiety, Amalia tries to focus on listening Adam without becoming too distracted by the colors that dance above. "You're twenty-seven? I'm only twenty-one!" Blinking disbelief: there is no way he's that much older than her. Though as to what he'll do? Amalia shrugs. "I think that's how old Wessex is, about, and she's pretty cool. So you should be okay."
Something dawns upon her suddenly, causing her to sit up in the bed. Wincing as her head spins (or is the room spinning?), Amalia beams at Adam. "I have a birthday present for you! Well, kinda. Since you don't know your birthday. And it's not really a present. But still. Do you want it?"
Swallowing down this rising anxiety, Amalia tries to focus on listening Adam without becoming too distracted by the colors that dance above. "You're twenty-seven? I'm only twenty-one!" Blinking disbelief: there is no way he's that much older than her. Though as to what he'll do? Amalia shrugs. "I think that's how old Wessex is, about, and she's pretty cool. So you should be okay."
Something dawns upon her suddenly, causing her to sit up in the bed. Wincing as her head spins (or is the room spinning?), Amalia beams at Adam. "I have a birthday present for you! Well, kinda. Since you don't know your birthday. And it's not really a present. But still. Do you want it?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
