I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
She shakes her head indignantly at his ridiculous suggestion of Deimos dipping Adam, but cannot hold back the small smile that creeps up on her lips. "Deal," Amalia agrees, not noticing her friend's faltering smile as she leans against his shoulder.
She does sense his tension, though, and winces a little remembering what a sore topic this whole affair must be. "I would have thought you'd steal your own metals," Amalia teases gently. Despite her tone and posture she is still far from relaxed; her fingers are a dead giveaway, working across the sheet and picking at stray strands of the frayed fabric.
But here, with him, she's beginning to feel like maybe things might just be okay. Closing her eyes and exhaling heavily, Amalia leans deeper into his shoulder. "Tell me about some of your escapades, oh Adam Fucking Pikely," she entreats, genuinely interested in a story. She will listen until she falls asleep, the healing and trauma and medicinal teas working to force her body to rest.
{fin}
She does sense his tension, though, and winces a little remembering what a sore topic this whole affair must be. "I would have thought you'd steal your own metals," Amalia teases gently. Despite her tone and posture she is still far from relaxed; her fingers are a dead giveaway, working across the sheet and picking at stray strands of the frayed fabric.
But here, with him, she's beginning to feel like maybe things might just be okay. Closing her eyes and exhaling heavily, Amalia leans deeper into his shoulder. "Tell me about some of your escapades, oh Adam Fucking Pikely," she entreats, genuinely interested in a story. She will listen until she falls asleep, the healing and trauma and medicinal teas working to force her body to rest.
{fin}
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
