AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
"I'll go back to the Spire with you of you go Underground with me." It feels so strange, to be speaking so easily with someone whose hatred she feared minutes before. Ronin has always managed to do as much, though; somehow despite their many differences, Amalia has never felt a need to hide from him, nor that he was hiding from her.
Releasing Aoife to toddle to her father, the baker nods in response to the suggestion of cake. "Shall we share it, or keep it all to ourselves?" There is mischief in her onyx eyes as she rises up to retrieve the baked good.
The cake is decorated in deep blue and silver stars, as near a representation of the place in the sky where Vanya rests as the girl could manage. She'd had Remi sketch it out for her, and though her own decorative talents leave much to be desired the effect is pleasant enough.
Releasing Aoife to toddle to her father, the baker nods in response to the suggestion of cake. "Shall we share it, or keep it all to ourselves?" There is mischief in her onyx eyes as she rises up to retrieve the baked good.
The cake is decorated in deep blue and silver stars, as near a representation of the place in the sky where Vanya rests as the girl could manage. She'd had Remi sketch it out for her, and though her own decorative talents leave much to be desired the effect is pleasant enough.
you're breaking your own heart
