i sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
"Well aren't you a Mort-blessed hero. If only the rest of us could be so selfless and perfect when faced with that situation outside of hypotheticals." It's one thing for him to say he would give up the piece of his soul when faced with the option, but Amalia has yet to see any evidence that Sunjata truly has a selfless bone in his lanky, bony body.
And oh, maybe he's sad now, maybe he has remorse, but what good had he done with it? What good had he ever done? And now he wants to run away again, to retreat into the water where he believes himself safe. Well, he's in for a lovely surprise if he tries to swim away from her.
"Fine." Choking down the last of her rum, she slams the mug down on the table and stalks her way outside after him, blinking at the sun. By the time they clear the bar there are horns budding from her forehead, lilac and gold curls in her hair; the fangs still linger, the claws remain out, and her hands are balled at her sides.
Raising her arms expressively, Amalia gestures wildly around. "Well, we're outside. Where you gonna run away to now?"
And oh, maybe he's sad now, maybe he has remorse, but what good had he done with it? What good had he ever done? And now he wants to run away again, to retreat into the water where he believes himself safe. Well, he's in for a lovely surprise if he tries to swim away from her.
"Fine." Choking down the last of her rum, she slams the mug down on the table and stalks her way outside after him, blinking at the sun. By the time they clear the bar there are horns budding from her forehead, lilac and gold curls in her hair; the fangs still linger, the claws remain out, and her hands are balled at her sides.
Raising her arms expressively, Amalia gestures wildly around. "Well, we're outside. Where you gonna run away to now?"
a galaxy of shadows and stars
Amalia
