Amalia
the shield of safrin
The starwhale patterned cup has never failed to make Amalia smile, and now as she holds it she can feel warmth pooling out through her hands at the simple perfection of the gesture. "Not since last time," the Shield snorts, remembering the last time she'd rummaged around his box of treats and found entirely the wrong pills. Adam had come home to find her sitting on the kitchen floor, all their teacups spread out before her as she soliloquized on the importance of choosing high quality flour.
She takes the offered hand in her own, not pinching but holding it between her fingers, tracing the lines on his palm. "I think I've been horribly selfish, A," she murmurs, but there's a smile curling at her lips, bright light in her eyes. "You've been rubbing off on me. You're a terrible influence, sir."
She takes the offered hand in her own, not pinching but holding it between her fingers, tracing the lines on his palm. "I think I've been horribly selfish, A," she murmurs, but there's a smile curling at her lips, bright light in her eyes. "You've been rubbing off on me. You're a terrible influence, sir."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
