AmaLIa
shield of safrin
"I can do it later." Her thumbs graze gently over his fingers, right hand raising to push her hair behind her ear. It will be a long time before the Shield's okay again, before she wants nothing more from this place, but for once Amalia is looking past her own hurt. Deimos is so much more than she has ever deserved; they are broken, but they can heal together. "Right now I just want to go home with you."
He leaves her, though, makes her way to the bag on the floor- and for a moment she is struck with a sharp pang of terror, scared that she's made another mistake. That she pushed too hard, asked for too much, that maybe she isn't what he wants right now. That the insistence they go home - to his home, his space that she has somehow wormed her way into - was horribly misguided, after their fight.
One second, two seconds, three, four. So few, but each one is a thunderous heartbeat, thoughts and insecurities ricocheting violently around her brain. She reaches back for the wood of the table, clinging to the grainy, worn down oak. And then when he finally turns there is something in his hand, crimson and metal glittering in the light. A brooch from Adam...
She nearly laughs in her relief. Instead, she chokes a sob. "I... yes." Reaching out with trembling hands, she wraps her fingers around his and the brooch within. A smile curls at her lips, bewildered and bashful, her cheeks flushed. She doesn't deserve his kindness, not after everything, yet here he is. "Thank you."
He leaves her, though, makes her way to the bag on the floor- and for a moment she is struck with a sharp pang of terror, scared that she's made another mistake. That she pushed too hard, asked for too much, that maybe she isn't what he wants right now. That the insistence they go home - to his home, his space that she has somehow wormed her way into - was horribly misguided, after their fight.
One second, two seconds, three, four. So few, but each one is a thunderous heartbeat, thoughts and insecurities ricocheting violently around her brain. She reaches back for the wood of the table, clinging to the grainy, worn down oak. And then when he finally turns there is something in his hand, crimson and metal glittering in the light. A brooch from Adam...
She nearly laughs in her relief. Instead, she chokes a sob. "I... yes." Reaching out with trembling hands, she wraps her fingers around his and the brooch within. A smile curls at her lips, bewildered and bashful, her cheeks flushed. She doesn't deserve his kindness, not after everything, yet here he is. "Thank you."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
