i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
So much easier. The Alchemist agrees.
It's a beautiful thing, to truly know that she knows. That she does understand. That luminosity penetrates through him, releasing whatever leftover tension there is between them (or at least, from him to her). There are very few people who could understand the build-up that could lead to such an admission, and in feeling such deep empathy from Amalia makes him feel disgracefully selfish and ignorant for having discarded her in a time that she alone might have been able to help.
Well, I don't think we need to go that far. He chuckles, his mental voice dark and bemused as he pulls in a deep breath. If neither of us is ever in a position to save each other like this again, it will be too soon. Best that they stick to pulling the other from fires and the jaws of monsters than from the deathly preludes of their own making.
You're always welcome here, you know. And not just by Aoife's grave. There will always be room for you inside. To crash, to hide, to just be un-guarded for a while. His fingers slip against the dark and light patches of her fur, instinctively knowing places that might spark feline-relaxation. Sugar is the top predator in the house of course, but so long as you can deal with that... His smile is boyish in the warm dark of his wings, and she'll feel it more than she'll likely be able to see it. ..you will always be welcome.
It's a beautiful thing, to truly know that she knows. That she does understand. That luminosity penetrates through him, releasing whatever leftover tension there is between them (or at least, from him to her). There are very few people who could understand the build-up that could lead to such an admission, and in feeling such deep empathy from Amalia makes him feel disgracefully selfish and ignorant for having discarded her in a time that she alone might have been able to help.
Well, I don't think we need to go that far. He chuckles, his mental voice dark and bemused as he pulls in a deep breath. If neither of us is ever in a position to save each other like this again, it will be too soon. Best that they stick to pulling the other from fires and the jaws of monsters than from the deathly preludes of their own making.
You're always welcome here, you know. And not just by Aoife's grave. There will always be room for you inside. To crash, to hide, to just be un-guarded for a while. His fingers slip against the dark and light patches of her fur, instinctively knowing places that might spark feline-relaxation. Sugar is the top predator in the house of course, but so long as you can deal with that... His smile is boyish in the warm dark of his wings, and she'll feel it more than she'll likely be able to see it. ..you will always be welcome.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
