I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
When was the last time she broke and sobbed like this? And when was the last season she didn't? Every turn seems to bring some new insurmountable challenge or disaster, and though she has survived each in turn, Amalia does not feel stronger for it. Not now as she curls in Adam's arms, weaker than a kitten, powerless and lost. Left behind by her goddess...
It all hurts so much.
And yet here is Adam, her weird, wonderful friend, sitting at her side and offering her his faith. There is Deimos, ever in the periphery of her mind, ever constant despite her downfalls. There are others: Kiada, Loren, Jigano, Rory. Friends who believe in her for reasons she cannot understand, friends she believes in, as surely as she loves her gods. If she falls apart now, if she splinters and folds, how many people will she be letting down?
Her sobs subside enough for her to speak again, turning her tear-tracked face up to Adam, a hopeful expression in her dark eyes. "Will you come?" she whispers to him, the query quiet from her tattered throat. "Will you... will you tie the bracelet for me?" It is likely he has no idea what the symbolism of this request is, but Amalia doesn't have the presence of mind to think that far ahead. It's an important task, a job given to the closest family, and she can think of noone else she would want to bind her to Deimos. To be there with her as she moves toward the future, one painful step at a time.
It all hurts so much.
And yet here is Adam, her weird, wonderful friend, sitting at her side and offering her his faith. There is Deimos, ever in the periphery of her mind, ever constant despite her downfalls. There are others: Kiada, Loren, Jigano, Rory. Friends who believe in her for reasons she cannot understand, friends she believes in, as surely as she loves her gods. If she falls apart now, if she splinters and folds, how many people will she be letting down?
Her sobs subside enough for her to speak again, turning her tear-tracked face up to Adam, a hopeful expression in her dark eyes. "Will you come?" she whispers to him, the query quiet from her tattered throat. "Will you... will you tie the bracelet for me?" It is likely he has no idea what the symbolism of this request is, but Amalia doesn't have the presence of mind to think that far ahead. It's an important task, a job given to the closest family, and she can think of noone else she would want to bind her to Deimos. To be there with her as she moves toward the future, one painful step at a time.
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
