she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Always reticent, always hesitant, always anxious and withdrawn, when Amalia loves she loves with the ferocity of a floodgate at last pulled down, the torrents of ardor set loose upon her target with warmth and faith to drown. Thus it is with promises, with oaths, with prayers: for so long she gave herself only to her gods, that passion reserved in whole for them. She worshipped at their altars, sang hymns in her sleep. She breathed their air and tasted their purpose and gave them all her soul.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Now she has another altar on which to lay her love.
He presses into golden tresses and she wears him like a crown, queen of nothing but his love and happy to be so. The stones reflect in her dark eyes like stars upon a midnight sky; even with them closed she sees it, the ring a penumbra around the sun that is his beating heart. She leans into him, swaying slightly, a dance picked up without much thought; "I do," she promises, reassures, a murmur against his chest.
But she came here for a reason, and a promise remained unfulfilled. Humming softly, eyes still closed, Amalia considers her predicament. "Your gift- it's a ring, too, actually." Her cheeks color with laughter, amused by the turn of events. "Would you like it now? Or... Later?" At the wedding.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
