make peace with your broken pieces
Ire rises in her suddenly, a defensive spike of anger piercing against her tongue. Perhaps his tone is lacking judgment, but the words sting nonetheless. "I still do," she fires back, sharper than she means to. She can feel her heartbeat speeding up, knows she has to quell it. Deep breath in, two three four, let it out, two three four.
Gods, and then there's the Wessex of it all. Closing her eyes, the Shield sighs. "I'm doing the best I can." Her hands fall down onto her shins, rubbing absently over them as she stares into the sea. "What am I supposed to do, Remi? Defy Ludo? If I tell you and you tell Wessex then whoever it is, is at risk, and that's my fault. If I do nothing she - they - kill another Ascended, then that's a life on my hands, too."
Releasing her legs Amalia leans back, her palms splayed on the ground, claws digging into the earth. The eyes that turn up to the sky are slitted and fringed in feathers. "If I tell them to stop and one of the Ascended she might have stopped kills a Fae, or spreads another blight, is that on my hands?" There's leopard fur coating her neck and back now, horns beginning to buzz on her skull. Biting hard upon her lip she wraps her tail around herself, wishing she might just disappear, fade into the sky. She neither wants nor expects answers. She is tired, that's all.
Gods, and then there's the Wessex of it all. Closing her eyes, the Shield sighs. "I'm doing the best I can." Her hands fall down onto her shins, rubbing absently over them as she stares into the sea. "What am I supposed to do, Remi? Defy Ludo? If I tell you and you tell Wessex then whoever it is, is at risk, and that's my fault. If I do nothing she - they - kill another Ascended, then that's a life on my hands, too."
Releasing her legs Amalia leans back, her palms splayed on the ground, claws digging into the earth. The eyes that turn up to the sky are slitted and fringed in feathers. "If I tell them to stop and one of the Ascended she might have stopped kills a Fae, or spreads another blight, is that on my hands?" There's leopard fur coating her neck and back now, horns beginning to buzz on her skull. Biting hard upon her lip she wraps her tail around herself, wishing she might just disappear, fade into the sky. She neither wants nor expects answers. She is tired, that's all.
shield of safrin
