i hate dreaming of being alone

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

His coarse hair anchors her there, the sensation of it against her skin the only thing holding her to this world. When he speaks she focuses on the rumble of his chest, the vibration of him against her palms. It's always been so comforting, so constant, just like him.

Now, though, she wonders if that rumble isn't actually a warning of avalanche to come.

The temptation to bite back defensively is strong. Amalia's toes curl up unhappily, her hands flexing and twisting over the fabric of his shirt. For a long moment she is silent, swallowing and chewing on her cheek, trying to gather her curling thoughts into something coherent and true. At some point her face comes off his head, her dark eyes unfocused as they stare into Adam's empty space.

When she finally speaks her voice is taut, a wound spring full of unsaid things. "I'm sorry," Amalia repeats again. "I didn't mean- I didn't realize you felt that way." Because you never tell me hangs unsaid in the Attuned bond, there should he try to look for it, just below her active thoughts. Sighing, she moves to remove her hands, suddenly very doubtful that he actually wants her in his space.

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away