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
Whether or not she caused their deaths is a matter of debate, at least in Amalia's mind. And at least sometimes- far too often there is no room for discussion, the guilt easily drowning out any voices of reason or forgiveness. Including his, at this moment, the question doing nothing to stir her from her position wrapped around herself.
And as for her armor? "It's not for you," the Shield answers softly, more into her knees than into the air. She is keenly aware of his movement, his abandonment of the chair, the way he begins to move through the room with a comfort and assurance of which she can only dream. Will he leave her here, she wonders idly? Does she want him to?
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know anything except the roar of panic in her ears. She doesn't know how to open back up, how to escape this shell she's trapped in except through virtue of time. She doesn't know, doesn't know, doesn't know, doesn't know----
"I don't know," she snaps back sharply, her back to him as she sits on the bed. Her voice is bright and fire-lit again, anger the easiest emotion to muster. "I don't need anything. Except for this feeling to go away."
And as for her armor? "It's not for you," the Shield answers softly, more into her knees than into the air. She is keenly aware of his movement, his abandonment of the chair, the way he begins to move through the room with a comfort and assurance of which she can only dream. Will he leave her here, she wonders idly? Does she want him to?
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know anything except the roar of panic in her ears. She doesn't know how to open back up, how to escape this shell she's trapped in except through virtue of time. She doesn't know, doesn't know, doesn't know, doesn't know----
"I don't know," she snaps back sharply, her back to him as she sits on the bed. Her voice is bright and fire-lit again, anger the easiest emotion to muster. "I don't need anything. Except for this feeling to go away."
Amalia
