Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
There is no scar where he touches her wrist. Loren has taken all the scars from her body, though the memory of each of them will always remain. "I'm not afraid of being used so much as... as thinking myself infallible. Or thinking I'm supposed to be infallible, and then making mistakes because of it. If that makes sense." It doesn't, not when she says it aloud, but she's still trying to make sense of it herself.
She appreciates his effort to understand her; it pulses through the Attuned bond, tender and earnest notes of insecurity and gratitude. Though when she asks why it matters the Shield looks away, leaning back to let the water cover her, a rainbow blanket from which her face peeks out much like a child's.
"It... I don't know. People matter. What they think matters." The tip of her tail flicks out of the water, much like if she had been tapping her foot. "Maybe it shouldn't, but... I've always wanted to help people. Though Safrin... maybe I need to help myself a little, too." Turning back to Jigano, she raises a dark brow. "What about you? Do you care what people think of you?"
She appreciates his effort to understand her; it pulses through the Attuned bond, tender and earnest notes of insecurity and gratitude. Though when she asks why it matters the Shield looks away, leaning back to let the water cover her, a rainbow blanket from which her face peeks out much like a child's.
"It... I don't know. People matter. What they think matters." The tip of her tail flicks out of the water, much like if she had been tapping her foot. "Maybe it shouldn't, but... I've always wanted to help people. Though Safrin... maybe I need to help myself a little, too." Turning back to Jigano, she raises a dark brow. "What about you? Do you care what people think of you?"
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
