Amalia
the shield of safrin
He sets the plate in front of her and she pushes at her eggs, not yet ready to eat yet, not until she knows. Did he mean it? Does he want this? Does she have a home here, with him?
I do. It isn't a marriage vow, isn't an oath, but oh, if it doesn't fill her heart with just as much warmth as those grand gestures might. Yes, he wants her; yes, he will have her; yes, she can belong here. "Okay," the Shield answers simply, beaming, vibrant, blushing, pleased. "Then... I guess we live together, now." A novel concept, a beautiful idea.
A picture of a future that is better and brighter than anything she could have dreamed.
I do. It isn't a marriage vow, isn't an oath, but oh, if it doesn't fill her heart with just as much warmth as those grand gestures might. Yes, he wants her; yes, he will have her; yes, she can belong here. "Okay," the Shield answers simply, beaming, vibrant, blushing, pleased. "Then... I guess we live together, now." A novel concept, a beautiful idea.
A picture of a future that is better and brighter than anything she could have dreamed.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
