Amalia
the shield of safrin
He continues to defend her blows, blocking and parrying and sidestepping so neatly with so much practice that it disgusts her. "She's a child," Amalia counters, aching for Pemota and knowing that the nature of bonds has probably turned any chance of Jyoti finding family into a moot point. Another cause for her anger, though this time with herself. Not that it matters by now. "Sam told me something about you- that you believed Ascending was going to be different. That you regret it. You never should have been put in that situation- but can't you see how for Pemota it's the same? Your really think she can be happy with something where she didn't have a choice to change?"
She might have said more, argued more, but then he reaches in and strikes the rawest nerve within her. Her eyes snap open wide; she nearly recoils physically, stunned agony washing over her features before they morph back into rage. How dare he. How dare he-!
"How dare you," Amalia hisses through fanged teeth and fire. "How dare you?! GET OUT!" She's poised like a leopard, ready to leap over the counter and tear into his face. Ready to do anything to block the guilt that threatens to drown her, the overwhelming remorse for what she has done and how she has failed.
Should he stay she will escort him from the bakery. Should he leave she will sink down where she stands, head falling onto folded knees and her body shakes in sobs.
She might have said more, argued more, but then he reaches in and strikes the rawest nerve within her. Her eyes snap open wide; she nearly recoils physically, stunned agony washing over her features before they morph back into rage. How dare he. How dare he-!
"How dare you," Amalia hisses through fanged teeth and fire. "How dare you?! GET OUT!" She's poised like a leopard, ready to leap over the counter and tear into his face. Ready to do anything to block the guilt that threatens to drown her, the overwhelming remorse for what she has done and how she has failed.
Should he stay she will escort him from the bakery. Should he leave she will sink down where she stands, head falling onto folded knees and her body shakes in sobs.
we drink the poison our mind pours for us
and wonder why we feel so sick
and wonder why we feel so sick
