Amalia
the shield of safrin
In that moment of stunned silence Amalia can hear her heartbeat thundering in her ears, anxiety rising in a flash flood and threatening to drown her where she stands. A hundred thousand thoughts ricochet through her head, bullets tearing through her confidence, threatening to send her sinking into the mire. It's too much, too fast, more than Evie ever wanted, a burden, a revelation, a secret she should have kept. It's too soon on the heels of her father's death, too glib, too serious, too much too much too much-
It's perfect.
The shriek, the hug- it's all perfect, so much more than Amalia could have hoped for. Laughing, crying, overwhelmed and ecstatic, the Shield returns the embrace with abandon and glee, her anxiety finally fallen away and replaced with simple joy. Her own laughter is an alto echo, deep and gleeful and punctuated by tears that glitter on her cheeks, soaking into Evie's tunic as she presses her face against her sister's shoulder. Face buried in the soft fabric, arms clinging tightly to the redhead, the girl can only laugh. "Home," she repeats breathless, awed. "We're home."
Home has always been with her.
Reluctantly she pulls away, not releasing her hold on Evie but gazing adoringly at her blue eyes. "I was- when I found out, I was so scared you-" It seems so absurd now, and Amalia laughs, shaking her head. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was in the infirmary and then there was everything with Adam and Deimos and the election and I didn't have a chance and I'm so sorry but Evie I'm-" She trails off, onyx eyes glittering with a rare, perfect bliss. "You've always been my family. But now it's... it's real. We're sisters." And one again, she laughs.
It's perfect.
The shriek, the hug- it's all perfect, so much more than Amalia could have hoped for. Laughing, crying, overwhelmed and ecstatic, the Shield returns the embrace with abandon and glee, her anxiety finally fallen away and replaced with simple joy. Her own laughter is an alto echo, deep and gleeful and punctuated by tears that glitter on her cheeks, soaking into Evie's tunic as she presses her face against her sister's shoulder. Face buried in the soft fabric, arms clinging tightly to the redhead, the girl can only laugh. "Home," she repeats breathless, awed. "We're home."
Home has always been with her.
Reluctantly she pulls away, not releasing her hold on Evie but gazing adoringly at her blue eyes. "I was- when I found out, I was so scared you-" It seems so absurd now, and Amalia laughs, shaking her head. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was in the infirmary and then there was everything with Adam and Deimos and the election and I didn't have a chance and I'm so sorry but Evie I'm-" She trails off, onyx eyes glittering with a rare, perfect bliss. "You've always been my family. But now it's... it's real. We're sisters." And one again, she laughs.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
