AmaLIa
shield of safrin
He pulls away, leaving her cold and empty, hands falling back into her lap. There are still so many unsaid things between them, jokes she may have made dying on her lips, drowned beneath the heaviness that overwhelms them both. Watching as he walks away Amalia feels her breath hitch and catch, a terrible fear filling her, making her heartbeat flutter and spike. What if he walks out the door and never comes back, what if this is all he can give her, what if what if what if-
But no, he's simply moved to the kitchen and pulled out a pheasant and oh if the Shield doesn't feel relieved and foolish all at once. Slipping off the tabletop she pads her way toward him, almost silent in the quiet house as he extracts the rice. Her slender arms feel heavy and small as when she wraps them around his waist, head falling on his shoulder, body pressed against his back.
"Do you want a bath first? I can cook." She wants to ease the tension from his shoulders, to wash away the heartbreak and agony from today and every day before. "Let me take care of you tonight. Please."
But no, he's simply moved to the kitchen and pulled out a pheasant and oh if the Shield doesn't feel relieved and foolish all at once. Slipping off the tabletop she pads her way toward him, almost silent in the quiet house as he extracts the rice. Her slender arms feel heavy and small as when she wraps them around his waist, head falling on his shoulder, body pressed against his back.
"Do you want a bath first? I can cook." She wants to ease the tension from his shoulders, to wash away the heartbreak and agony from today and every day before. "Let me take care of you tonight. Please."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
