[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind Tradition indeed, even if it's one that was skipped over last year - but then, that year there were other things, distractions to adhere to, quests to hold. And this year? Well. Better not to think about it. Better to flirt and plant flowers and smile than to let the shadows in. Better not to acknowledge the trauma, because what good has staring down the darkness ever done for them? She follows him toward the thawing ground, the bulb of basil still in hand. Claws make light work of the earth and Amalia kneels beside him, pressing the young plant into the earth before covering it again. Sitting back on her heels the Shield glances over to the Sword, a shattered expression crossing her face before the earnest smile returns. "I'll always drag you out of things." Leaning over Amalia pushes her shoulder into the dog, willfully burying down fears and doubts that choke into her throat, the chorus of what if, what if howling around her mind. There's a desperation beneath the glibness when she speaks again. "Besides- it's too beautiful a day to talk like that, Deimos. Please." Rising up, Amalia goes to collect a nursery sage. Inhaling sharply, the thing clutched in trembling fingers, she keeps her back to him as she speaks. "I've been thinking... maybe it's time to take that honeymoon. Get away from here for a while. Kiada can watch the shop, and... and I think it would be good. For both of us." the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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