Amalia
stop thinking so much
The.
Fuck.
Amalia can feel the anger radiating under her skin like lighting, electric, amplified by the alcohol, by the indignation, by the awkwardness of this situation as it is. All her hopes of a happy family dinner shatter under the weight of Sam's confession, an admission of terrible, unbearable guilt punctuated by a Voice-cursed smile.
"You made them wait." Amalia's voice is flint ground down by steel teeth, gunpowder in the making as a spark of fury rises in the pit of her stomach. Everything she thought she knew about the situations, all her assumptions and beliefs- dashed. Destroyed in a moment, burst at the seams like the boy who died in the Shield's arms.
"Your family?!" A half-hysterical laugh leaves her, shocked and indignant as she stares wide-eyed at Sam. "Your family? Good to know where we stand, right?" she exclaims, glancing pointedly at Evie with fury flickering in her face.
But her anger has a target, and it is quick to zero in. Amalia rises, hands on the table, turning the full weight of her rage and hurt onto Sam. "You... you... I protected you. Defended you! And you betrayed me - betrayed everyone in the Grounds, everyone, while you hid out here on a fucking beach like a gods-cursed coward---!"
Leopard fangs and curls of smoke and claws that rake into the table and an angry, slashing tail. Horns and black eyes and bristling fur---- she is less human now than something else, monstrous, devastated, betrayed. In this moment more than ever she can feel the feral anger of her animal shifts rippling beneath her, itching to be freed.
you're breaking your own heart
