she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Now, he declares, an uncharacteristic impatience, causing Amalia's neck to color, her cheeks to grow a bashful red. Had it been other than it is - made by Remi, imbued with magic - she might have feared her gift woefully inadequate; as it is it merely feels a bit foolish, following on the heels of his magnificent surprise. "Okay," she murmurs, lilting, unsure, eager and hopeful and very afraid.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Again she draws away from him, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The fire on her face reflects her heart as she pushes slender fingers into her pocket, withdrawing with a flash of lilac-silver-gold. Slowly she raises the ring up to chest level, an invitation as it stretched between them, glinting in the sun. It is perhaps too colorful for him, too feminine, too much- but then so must she be, for the band is made of her. The qilin scale transformed to circlet is a song, a promise to always be there.
"Remi made it," the girl says softly, face upturned to seek his blue eyes. "From one of my scales. It... It will give you armor. And protect you from dark magic." It will keep him safe when next he throws himself headlong into battle, she hopes, unafraid and asking for nothing, her stalwart sword, her lover in arms.
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
