you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
She isn't sure what reaction she expected from him, or if it's the reaction she gets. Lying on the bed, the big cat watches as Adam raises the horn to his lips and... nothing happens. He will find it empty, drained by Ludo, and though the Shield's intentions had been strong at the time, now she isn't sure.
Shifting back to human form, the baker sits up suddenly, not able to meet Adam's gaze. "You left it here the night you.. you stayed over. And you were so- and I was so--" She frowns, picking at the comforter. "So I thought I would ask Ludo to empty it, and then put something... something more healthy. Or something. In it." She'd had lofty plans of curing his alcoholism, but really? She'd just been acting selfishly, self-righteous and judgmental as always.
"I'm sorry, Adam. I... I shouldn't have tried to make that decision for you. I know sometimes I can be, um, kind judgy and bossy and self-righteous. But I don't know shit, and I shouldn't pretend I know better. So... yeah. You can put whatever you want in it." Pulling her knees up under her chin again, the still rather intoxicated baker sighs. If he doesn't want to be her friend anymore Amalia will understand. She'll be sad and likely cry herself to sleep, but she'll understand.
Shifting back to human form, the baker sits up suddenly, not able to meet Adam's gaze. "You left it here the night you.. you stayed over. And you were so- and I was so--" She frowns, picking at the comforter. "So I thought I would ask Ludo to empty it, and then put something... something more healthy. Or something. In it." She'd had lofty plans of curing his alcoholism, but really? She'd just been acting selfishly, self-righteous and judgmental as always.
"I'm sorry, Adam. I... I shouldn't have tried to make that decision for you. I know sometimes I can be, um, kind judgy and bossy and self-righteous. But I don't know shit, and I shouldn't pretend I know better. So... yeah. You can put whatever you want in it." Pulling her knees up under her chin again, the still rather intoxicated baker sighs. If he doesn't want to be her friend anymore Amalia will understand. She'll be sad and likely cry herself to sleep, but she'll understand.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
