Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
And what about your herd, little luxere? Running her fingers behind Astra's ears, Amalia leans forward to press her head against the companion's. What must it be like, being tethered to humans with their broken hearts and aching souls?She rises up in time to see his mocking smile, the words that follow striking her with the same force as a slap in the face. Closing her eyes the baker winces, her head dropping down in guilt and shame. She deserves this, she knows, but it still hurts the same, and there are tears in her eyes when they open again, her voice still empty, hollow like her heart. "Thank you-" even though they both know he didn't mean it as an actual congratulation, even though she would gladly trade her body if it means she could bring them back.
As his head drops to the counter Amalia looks up, her own expression still dull and pensive as she turns dark, tear-stained eyes to the back of Loren's skull. "Oh," she says softly as though surprised, her hand hovering awkwardly near his shoulder, not sure if the gentle touch would calm him or upset him more. "It's okay. It isn't your fault." It's hers.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
