why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
There is a silent understanding that passes between the men, something Amalia notices, even in her distressed state. Keen envy courses through her, a longing for that level of unity and understanding, an awareness of the isolation she has forced upon herself.
Perhaps her tale will end with that sort of love. But for now, it is not her path.
She has settled down, soothed by their words and simple acceptance, by the wine that she now sips on slowly, feeling it warm her veins. A long, slow nod, and she looks at Ronin, inhaling deeply and exhaling again. This is far from her first mistake, and yet Vi still came. Chose her, for whatever reason. She must be doing something right.
"Okay," Amalia whispers, to the men and to herself. "I'll... you're right. This isn't the end of anything. I can... I can do this. Thank you." She reaches out for the hands of each, squeezing gently, and Remi will feel gratitude and resolve blazing past the pain.
Rising up abruptly, the Shield forces a smile onto her pale face. "Okay. I'm hungry now. More pancakes?" she invites, as much an apology as the situation warrants, before going to fashion up a feast.
{fin!}
Perhaps her tale will end with that sort of love. But for now, it is not her path.
She has settled down, soothed by their words and simple acceptance, by the wine that she now sips on slowly, feeling it warm her veins. A long, slow nod, and she looks at Ronin, inhaling deeply and exhaling again. This is far from her first mistake, and yet Vi still came. Chose her, for whatever reason. She must be doing something right.
"Okay," Amalia whispers, to the men and to herself. "I'll... you're right. This isn't the end of anything. I can... I can do this. Thank you." She reaches out for the hands of each, squeezing gently, and Remi will feel gratitude and resolve blazing past the pain.
Rising up abruptly, the Shield forces a smile onto her pale face. "Okay. I'm hungry now. More pancakes?" she invites, as much an apology as the situation warrants, before going to fashion up a feast.
{fin!}
Amalia
