Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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"Maybe greed and loneliness are the same." She's tying the grass in simple knots again, adding blade after blade into her growing chain. It's a mess, but to her it feels like a tether, or maybe a ladder to the moon. "I think she thinks she loves them. But it isn't love. It's only want."
Is she lonely? "Yes." It's an easy answer, stated in a tone that suggests nothing but understanding. A shrug in vocal form, as the earth she's sitting upon rises and swells, leaving a gaping space between her and the rest of the world. Dark eyes turn up to the stars; her hand extends up toward a bright one, brighter than the last. "I'm trying to find someone that I lost, somewhere far away. Will you help me?"
Is she lonely? "Yes." It's an easy answer, stated in a tone that suggests nothing but understanding. A shrug in vocal form, as the earth she's sitting upon rises and swells, leaving a gaping space between her and the rest of the world. Dark eyes turn up to the stars; her hand extends up toward a bright one, brighter than the last. "I'm trying to find someone that I lost, somewhere far away. Will you help me?"
