and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
What happens when two incredibly strong but also incredibly hurt and stubborn people decide to let their frustrations out on each other?
This.
She's surprised and satisfied when he yields beneath her... or at least doesn't retaliate. Amalia takes the opportunity to back up, panting as the poison continues to wear off. She hurts where her tailbone was mercilessly tugged, hurts where her breastbone is bruised and battered and raw, hurts where her knees hit the ground. And all that hurt pales against the fire of her anger, the wealth of pain that has transformed into fury, under set by a horrible, unmistakable love.
Standing there on the pressing waves, Amalia breathes in fast and deep, glaring at her friend. Blind by her hurt she has no way to see how close they are to the same thing, only how far apart. The rain has come now, falling down upon them like tears from the heavens, quickly soaking through the qilin's fur.
And then she blinks, and it is a girl who stands before the Alchemist, balanced on the sea, arms outspread and vulnerable.
"You wanted to hurt me? You want autonomy? Fine. Here I am. I won't stop you. Do whatever you need-"
Distracted and hazy as she is, she doesn't see the wave. Doesn't feel it rise behind her, doesn't feel the water ebbing. She doesn't know the ocean well enough to know how swift and deadly it can be, and she barely has time to turn around before it crashes over her, tugging her into the dark.
Oops.
This.
She's surprised and satisfied when he yields beneath her... or at least doesn't retaliate. Amalia takes the opportunity to back up, panting as the poison continues to wear off. She hurts where her tailbone was mercilessly tugged, hurts where her breastbone is bruised and battered and raw, hurts where her knees hit the ground. And all that hurt pales against the fire of her anger, the wealth of pain that has transformed into fury, under set by a horrible, unmistakable love.
Standing there on the pressing waves, Amalia breathes in fast and deep, glaring at her friend. Blind by her hurt she has no way to see how close they are to the same thing, only how far apart. The rain has come now, falling down upon them like tears from the heavens, quickly soaking through the qilin's fur.
And then she blinks, and it is a girl who stands before the Alchemist, balanced on the sea, arms outspread and vulnerable.
"You wanted to hurt me? You want autonomy? Fine. Here I am. I won't stop you. Do whatever you need-"
Distracted and hazy as she is, she doesn't see the wave. Doesn't feel it rise behind her, doesn't feel the water ebbing. She doesn't know the ocean well enough to know how swift and deadly it can be, and she barely has time to turn around before it crashes over her, tugging her into the dark.
Oops.
Amalia
