bury me in satin

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels "Unlucky. It happens." Adam finished for her, wishing he could have been at the temple at the time Ronin had decided to go insane. He'd been too busy at the festival, trying to reunite children and their parents (how odd, for him, to have missed an event because of altruism, not being drunk in a gutter. He really had grown up), to go and check out every odd loud noise in the town. His fingers gently left her face once she turned to look to him, but he did not release her hand. All of a sudden she fell into a much more honest, open despair and he shook his head, took in a breath as he stroked her fingers with his thumb. Eyes widened in surprise at the sudden reveal of her engagement, but not because he felt it was undeserved - he had just not known how serious her relationship with Deimos had been. Slowly, he reached for the hand with the ring in it and closed her fingers over it, indicating she should hold onto it. "Y'know, this is all I'm gonna say to all that: Congratulations. Cos you're gonna get married. You're twenty times someone else Ama, you know that? So what if you're minus a couple legs? Shit, someone married me when you could see my jawbone." He tried to laugh, but it came out short and awkward, not much more than a breath. "Have you spoken to Deimos? Cos I'm sure he'd be like..." Unable to resist doing a little bit of an impression, Adam furrowed his brow and pouted his lips, trying to look tough. "I love you, Amalia. Leg, no leg. Marry, we will." But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean