SHIELD
we watched the night under moonlight mixed in ocean air
the salty breeze tickled our necks
and we counted galaxies forgetting boundaries,
imagined reaching for them,
like for each other
She does have a guess as to what will come next, but the knowledge comes too late to save her from his onslaught, the slung mud that splatters her without apology or pause. Gasping in something that shouldn't be surprise, the Shield is able to rescue only her tea, a slender hand slipping over the cup as she turns her head away. Earth strikes her cheeks, her hair, her chest, little brown puddles leaving longer streaks as gravity and their own semi-sentience sends them trailing back toward the ground.
Blinking, wiping earth from her eyes, Amalia turns back to face Deimos, a feral, eager grin slicing into her angular face. Without much hesitation she springs up to her feet, maintaining her movement as she reaches to the ground, scooping up a handful of glop and sending it flying in an elegant arc. She is not done there, though: she flies at him on long, tan legs, aiming to wipe her filthy hands upon whatever part of him he can reach, riotous laughter ringing from her lips as her bare toes squelch delightfully in the mud.
Blinking, wiping earth from her eyes, Amalia turns back to face Deimos, a feral, eager grin slicing into her angular face. Without much hesitation she springs up to her feet, maintaining her movement as she reaches to the ground, scooping up a handful of glop and sending it flying in an elegant arc. She is not done there, though: she flies at him on long, tan legs, aiming to wipe her filthy hands upon whatever part of him he can reach, riotous laughter ringing from her lips as her bare toes squelch delightfully in the mud.
SWORD
the stars lined our heartbeats,
and we fell
so much harder,
than we ever had
before
