we are flesh & blood & we deserve to be loved

Amalia

the shield of safrin

It is a small gathering, but it is perfect. From Kiada's exquisite gown to Evie's stalwart presence to the appearance of Safrin in violet and stars (always the most stunning in the room, and Amalia has no qualm with that) Amalia feels loved, delighted and awed and touched beyond belief to have her family - such as they are - here. And even those who are not, the lost and loved and never forgotten... if she closes her eyes she thinks she can hear them in the chime of the wind, in the rustle of grass. Her grandmother would be standing with Safrin, smiling proudly on them both. Her mother would hold Evie's arm, trying to hide her tears.

Adam would half-hide behind Deimos, making faces through it all.

Even with Safrin, a goddess, there, the Shield only has eyes for her husband-to-be. She passes her bouquet back to Evie absently, smiling radiantly at her sister before turning her adoration back to the Sword. In this moment all of the ardor in her fervent heart sings and blazes for him alone: he is the fire that warms her soul, the anchor that keeps her from floating adrift, the lighthouse in her storm. She raises a hand up to his cheek, caressing with the delicacy of a butterfly's kiss; "Yes," Amalia murmurs in response to them both, the goddess who holds her soul and the man who holds her heart. "I'm ready."

i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon