I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
Now at last Amalia moves, looking down as his hands approach hers with a strange, detached curiosity. The ones he grabs don't feel much like they truly belong to her. She isn't her body in this moment. Shes someone and something else.
Still she does not draw away, letting him capture her clawed fingers in his. They disappear beneath Deimos' brawn, engulfed and drowned out by his touch. She ought to be better, to look up and smile, and yet it feels so desperately hard. Almost as difficult at honesty might be, as vulnerability, as truth.
"Do you want to talk about it?" The words are hardly more than a whisper, yet even as they leave her lips she can feel the way they sting.
Still she does not draw away, letting him capture her clawed fingers in his. They disappear beneath Deimos' brawn, engulfed and drowned out by his touch. She ought to be better, to look up and smile, and yet it feels so desperately hard. Almost as difficult at honesty might be, as vulnerability, as truth.
"Do you want to talk about it?" The words are hardly more than a whisper, yet even as they leave her lips she can feel the way they sting.
Amalia
