Amalia
the shield of safrin
He collapses and she falls down with him, her naked figure tucked against him, her fingers reaching out to coil in the tufts of hair upon his chest. Awash in sunlight and satisfaction Amalia is more than content to let the moment linger, enjoying the simple pleasure of his company, basking in the glow of their shared release. Lazy and languid she traces his scars, light caresses as she memorizes them, her roadmap to him, the tale of his past. He does the same for her, and she hums, rising up to meet his caresses, turning her face into his touch. "Yes," she agrees to his declaration, adoration in the dark of her eyes. "This is what we needed."
But then at last it is time to rise from the comfort of the bed. A sound of protest escapes her lips as her lover pulls away, reluctant to let him go for even a moment, longing for his warmth. He is right, though: they need to clean, and to eat, though an alarming growl from Amalia's stomach declares what order it should be done in. "Food first, I think," the Shield laughs, a warm blush on her angular cheeks as she rises up upon the bed, stretching her arms and preparing to leave it at last.
But then at last it is time to rise from the comfort of the bed. A sound of protest escapes her lips as her lover pulls away, reluctant to let him go for even a moment, longing for his warmth. He is right, though: they need to clean, and to eat, though an alarming growl from Amalia's stomach declares what order it should be done in. "Food first, I think," the Shield laughs, a warm blush on her angular cheeks as she rises up upon the bed, stretching her arms and preparing to leave it at last.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
