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 Adam didn't move an inch, stayed exactly where he was wrapped around Amalia for as long as she need, staring at a spot somewhere on the floor (where the sun was just hitting the stone and looked like the beautiful corner of a renaissance painting; unfitting to the scene he found himself in only steps away) and stroking her hair, occasionally rocking just a little, whispering comforts to her. When she first pulled away to ask her question he didn't quite understand it, tilting his head. 'Come where?' he nearly asked, but then she asked her next; Adam didn't know what it was he was being asked to do, but he could tell it was something important and memories stirred in his mind of some marriages in his old world celebrated by the tying of a sash between two hands. The symbol of a bond. "Of course, Ama, I'll do anything you want. I'd do a hula dance at your wedding if you wanted me to. I'd love to be there." With a smile he reached up and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. "I can't pass up the chance to see you in a diamond studded floor length gown anyway, can I?" But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean