AmaLIa
shield of safrin
How does she feel about it? Sam had asked her the same question, and Amalia finds that her answer remains the same today. "I don't really know." Shrugging within his embrace, the Shield at last pulls back slightly, making sure to keep his hands on him in some way lest they be separated by their insecurities again. "It's... strange. I always wondered, but I never actually expected to know. And now that I do..." Another shrug, the uncertainty palpable. She wishes she could have asked her mother about it, confronted her on the circumstances, on why. Evie has been a constant presence in her life regardless, but Sam means another person to care about.
Another person to lose.
For another long moment she is silent, staring at Jyoti in her lap. Pushing a lock of hair away from her face, Amalia at last looks up at the Sword, her dark eyes still puffy and rimmed in red. "I promised to make you dinner," although she makes no move to leave, still clinging gently to the man, fearful she'll sink if she lets him go. Another second passes while she searches his blue eyes, seeking answers to questions she doesn't know how to ask. "What do you want?" For dinner, from life, from me?
Another person to lose.
For another long moment she is silent, staring at Jyoti in her lap. Pushing a lock of hair away from her face, Amalia at last looks up at the Sword, her dark eyes still puffy and rimmed in red. "I promised to make you dinner," although she makes no move to leave, still clinging gently to the man, fearful she'll sink if she lets him go. Another second passes while she searches his blue eyes, seeking answers to questions she doesn't know how to ask. "What do you want?" For dinner, from life, from me?
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
