Amalia
the shield of safrin
He falls onto her like water off stone, landing against the embankment of narrow shoulders and hard, old wood and settling in like a stilling sea. Amalia does not move as he settles except for try and adjust herself, to better make a space for him. In her chest her heart beat accelerates and calms, a wild thing coming to accept its entrapment, and even, perhaps, to welcome it.
"Nothing will bite you today." Lying back with her head against the wood Amalia lets the minutes tick by. Breathe in two three the salty air; breathe out two three the tension, the fear. She stays until her shoulder protests and then a little longer, only gently slipping away when she feels he may soon stir and wake.
And when he does he will find his head pillowed on a soft grey scarf, and no sign of the Shield.A barn owl sits in a nearby kukui tree; when Finn wakes fully will it fly away. She doesn't need to embarrass him by being there after; they have given each other a breath of respite, and that can be enough.
"Nothing will bite you today." Lying back with her head against the wood Amalia lets the minutes tick by. Breathe in two three the salty air; breathe out two three the tension, the fear. She stays until her shoulder protests and then a little longer, only gently slipping away when she feels he may soon stir and wake.
And when he does he will find his head pillowed on a soft grey scarf, and no sign of the Shield.A barn owl sits in a nearby kukui tree; when Finn wakes fully will it fly away. She doesn't need to embarrass him by being there after; they have given each other a breath of respite, and that can be enough.
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
