Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
"Because you treated me like a child!" Amalia exclaims, anger and aggravation suddenly bursting out from the Shield, unchecked and wounded lashes of flame. Her eyes are sharp, flint and steel and searing coals as she looks down at him, fists now clenched tight at her sides. "And I never said I would leave you!" How dare he twist her words when she has tried for honesty, when all she wants is a conversation, to be treated like a peer.
Or maybe, just a little, she wants a fight. Maybe she's been holding things in for too long, weeks and months of small resentments, a hundred things unsaid. "I have never left you, Jigano. Not when you bit me, or when you made me feel small for my anger at the outlanders, or when you disappeared for weeks - weeks - after being king for a day!" She isn't shouting, but the inflection is there. When has she ever betrayed him? Ever given him less than her all?
How, how, is it still not enough?
Her jaw feathers as he looks away, wanting both to hug and shake him, to break down and crumble just like he said. Just like he rightly accused her of. Weak, you're weak.
Well, not tonight. Now she is angry, a rare and wild and rather embarrassing thing, which she will certainly regret in retrospect. But for now? For now, she burns. "You- you want everyone to like you, but sometimes... sometimes you just make me feel small."
Or maybe, just a little, she wants a fight. Maybe she's been holding things in for too long, weeks and months of small resentments, a hundred things unsaid. "I have never left you, Jigano. Not when you bit me, or when you made me feel small for my anger at the outlanders, or when you disappeared for weeks - weeks - after being king for a day!" She isn't shouting, but the inflection is there. When has she ever betrayed him? Ever given him less than her all?
How, how, is it still not enough?
Her jaw feathers as he looks away, wanting both to hug and shake him, to break down and crumble just like he said. Just like he rightly accused her of. Weak, you're weak.
Well, not tonight. Now she is angry, a rare and wild and rather embarrassing thing, which she will certainly regret in retrospect. But for now? For now, she burns. "You- you want everyone to like you, but sometimes... sometimes you just make me feel small."
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
