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
He holds her close as she tries to escape, and that alone calms her somewhat. Jagged breathing evens out beneath the pressure of his wings, the soothing isolation of feeling the world slip away and knowing he has not rejected her, will not cast her out into it having found out who she is. Breathing deeply Amalia strives to calm her mind enough to give him space to make his own admissions, to be a point of strength to him as he has been to her so many times before.
So she listens, making more room for him inside her soul as he crashes and breaks. The confession is something she might have pieced together herself, yet it means that much more to hear it, feel it, to feel him as he shares the pain she cannot begin to imagine. Slowly the Shield shifts and uncoils, her body changing into a softer version, a warmer version, the leopardess moving to coil around him with a deep and empathetic purr. You could never stop caring, she says almost lightly, her own bright and unexpected burst of amusement catching her by surprise. You of all people... but I think I understand, what it's like to wish you didn't. It would be so much easier.
She sighs deeply, not judgmental for once, only tired in her understanding, in the way his words resonate with something similarly broken in her own soul. I know, is the only soft reply, her head shifting to press against him as her eyes fall closed.
Remi, I... it's nice, I think. To be understood. I hate it, but... thank you. For not pushing me away. For saving me. A smile curves at her dark lips, something almost teasing entering her voice. Affection for him swells within her. For being my hero this time.
So she listens, making more room for him inside her soul as he crashes and breaks. The confession is something she might have pieced together herself, yet it means that much more to hear it, feel it, to feel him as he shares the pain she cannot begin to imagine. Slowly the Shield shifts and uncoils, her body changing into a softer version, a warmer version, the leopardess moving to coil around him with a deep and empathetic purr. You could never stop caring, she says almost lightly, her own bright and unexpected burst of amusement catching her by surprise. You of all people... but I think I understand, what it's like to wish you didn't. It would be so much easier.
She sighs deeply, not judgmental for once, only tired in her understanding, in the way his words resonate with something similarly broken in her own soul. I know, is the only soft reply, her head shifting to press against him as her eyes fall closed.
Remi, I... it's nice, I think. To be understood. I hate it, but... thank you. For not pushing me away. For saving me. A smile curves at her dark lips, something almost teasing entering her voice. Affection for him swells within her. For being my hero this time.
Amalia
