Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Maybe he cannot keep doing this, but Amalia has no choice. Now more than ever she can feel the weight of responsibility that rests on her shoulders, the expectations of gods that she now carries along with her own doubts. And so while he accepts his exhaustion she must reject it, can't allow it to overtake her. There is too much work to do.Conflicted, trapped, Amalia slides out of his embrace, though she tries to keep his hands. "Come sit," the Shield directs softly, leading him toward their simple couch, trying to find solace in familiar comforts. Her legs curl against her as she sits in her familiar corner, shoulder available for his head if he wishes it. "I... gods, yes, I'm tired. But I have to keep going, because if I stop--"
The Shield swallows down another wave of pain, shakes her head to clear it. "Deimos... I need to tell you something. A few things. And... gods, I should have said them sooner, but I didn't... didn't realize until recently just how tired I am. How much I've tried to hide."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
