meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
She turns into his gentle kisses like a flower turns its face to the sun, basking in the warmth of his affection, the simple generosity as he gives and gives and gives. Dark eyes flutter closed again as she leans against his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the way his lungs fill in time with hers. These simple, innate actions form a metronome, a baseline, a foundation upon which his mental voice can land without fear of retribution, without her hesitating that he might be upset. I'm sorry, Amalia replies softly, sincerely, pain for his loss and the loss of life evident through the bond. We can have a funeral for Cera... after. Did you know him well? It seems cold to say that she is accustomed to this, the death that accompanies every longnight, so she leaves it further in her mind. At least it wasn't you sits there selfishly, taunting, haunting the back of her tongue. If someone had to die or be hurt- at least it wasn't you.The rumbled snort draws her back from her selfishness and guilt, causing her to turn her gaze once more upon the beast. "I heard," Amalia admits softly, her mouth pulling in to a slight, wry smile. The expression is quick to fade again as the baker reflects on that conversation, the things Jigano said. "He told me you threatened him, when he wanted to go back to the Spire." There is more, too, but it is this that has bothered her, lingered in her thoughts like an insidious shadow.
Sighing, Amalia pulls away slightly, still within the circle of his embrace but now turned out to face the flickering fire. "I... He tries so hard to take care of everyone. Of me. But sometimes it feels like he sees me as a child, and every time something happens that... that hurts me, he, he always has to apologize in a way that makes me feel like a terrible person for being upset- and maybe I am, but sometimes I can't help it. He acts like I'm attacking him whenever I'm hurt, and I just---" She takes a deep and shuddering breath, arms wrapped tight around herself, not having expected this fresh wave of anger and hurt to rise again. "It makes me feel like I'm a bad person. A bad friend."
Amalia
