AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Wincing briefly as Aoife tugs upon her fluffy tail, Amalia reaches out to wrap the prehensile length around her, seeing if she can lift the girl with only the long and slender appendage. It is a good distraction from Ronin, the sadness and remorse he wears on his face that she knows she has only helped to cause. Pulling at the fibers of the carpet, the Shield shakes her head. "When you were blighted... it wasn't you," she murmurs, needing to believe it. "You didn't mean it..." She looks up at him with beseeching eyes, begging for honesty, for some sort of truth. "...did you?"
As for being king? Now it is time for Amalia to look chagrined, guilt settling in her stomach like a rock. "No, Ronin- you never wanted it. I... I pushed you. Ever since we met, I've tried to put my ideals onto you." Looking away, the baker sighs, slender fingers slipping up to wrap around her arms. "I was jealous. And petty. And I thought- I thought that the Gods choosing you meant you had to be better than the rest of us. I don't know." She trails off, shaking her head, not sure how to explain it. She had wanted him to be everything she was not, everything she was afraid and angry that she would never be.
As for being king? Now it is time for Amalia to look chagrined, guilt settling in her stomach like a rock. "No, Ronin- you never wanted it. I... I pushed you. Ever since we met, I've tried to put my ideals onto you." Looking away, the baker sighs, slender fingers slipping up to wrap around her arms. "I was jealous. And petty. And I thought- I thought that the Gods choosing you meant you had to be better than the rest of us. I don't know." She trails off, shaking her head, not sure how to explain it. She had wanted him to be everything she was not, everything she was afraid and angry that she would never be.
you're breaking your own heart
