[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind "Yes." It sounds divine, this world of their joint creation which she doubts shall ever come to pass but clings to now with a clawed tenacity, the foolish stubbornness for which the Shield is known. Leaning into the shared shoulder she allows herself to dream of the sun, of tanned skin and silver scars and freedom from expectations or failures. Deimos drops another herb and Amalia begins to bury it down, pressing the earth gently around the stems with a practiced tenderness from years of gardening alongside Evie and her mother. She has always lacked the magic of her sister and mother, but there's still something comforting about having fingers covered in dirt. Focused in on her work, it takes her a moment to process Deimos' playful remark. "She what?!" Reeling back the Shield fixes Deimos with a stunned, incredulous smile. "A boyfriend? She was gone for less than a season! Did you meet him?" She knows her protectiveness of the other woman is foolish, that she is no older or wiser, but still. Kiada is a daughter to her husband, so she is a daughter to the girl. the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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