Amalia
the shield of safrin
She steps back when Ronin rises, letting him have the horizon for himself. Truth be told, Amalia couldn't say what she expects from him, whether it's that he'll join her or simply walk away. So when the scream erupts from his throat it's satisfying, cathartic, a relief of sorts.
Broken as they may be, at least they're broken together.
Ronin doesn't look back at her, but it doesn't really matter because she's not looking at him, either. She's looking at the setting sun, arms wrapped around her heaving chest. The light reflects in her dark eyes, illuminating them like embers. "Not really-" buy she laughs when she says it, something tight inside her broken apart now, raw and exposed. "But maybe closer. You gonna light that fire?"
Broken as they may be, at least they're broken together.
Ronin doesn't look back at her, but it doesn't really matter because she's not looking at him, either. She's looking at the setting sun, arms wrapped around her heaving chest. The light reflects in her dark eyes, illuminating them like embers. "Not really-" buy she laughs when she says it, something tight inside her broken apart now, raw and exposed. "But maybe closer. You gonna light that fire?"
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
