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
"No it's not." The line of steel snaps through her voice, sharply stinging herself with its tone. Tense as a live-wire, she vibrates in his orbit, ready o shatter apart at the smallest provocation. Days, weeks, months of suppression quiver beneath her skin: she can feel all the things she hasn't said rippling across her tongue, clinging to her throat.
Abruptly Amalia stands up, as though though movement she might save herself from entirely falling apart. Pacing, stalking, through the room, the leopardess looks anywhere but at her husband, radiating frustration and confusion and pain.
"I don't want to be lost," Amalia snaps, hands balled into painful fists. "I- I- I- I'm not fine. This isn't fine. It hasn't been fine for a long time. And I'm so sick of pretending-"
Stopping abruptly in her pacing and speech, the Shield sinks into a chair, pulling her head into her hands. "I'm not the same person anymore. I've changed so much the past few years and.... it frightens me. Not knowing who I am."
Abruptly Amalia stands up, as though though movement she might save herself from entirely falling apart. Pacing, stalking, through the room, the leopardess looks anywhere but at her husband, radiating frustration and confusion and pain.
"I don't want to be lost," Amalia snaps, hands balled into painful fists. "I- I- I- I'm not fine. This isn't fine. It hasn't been fine for a long time. And I'm so sick of pretending-"
Stopping abruptly in her pacing and speech, the Shield sinks into a chair, pulling her head into her hands. "I'm not the same person anymore. I've changed so much the past few years and.... it frightens me. Not knowing who I am."
Amalia
