Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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It is a very tempting offer, to rest her head upon the grass and let the world spin away. Let him watch her, guard her, keep the monsters that dance and snap and snarl at bay. "I want to rest," Amalia agrees, turning tired eyes on Deimos as though seeing him for the first time. "It was so easy to rest, with you." It's so easy to let him be her mountain, her sword, but she can't be his Shield. She still hasn't found what she's looking for. Not in him.
She wants to reach out for him, but her arms have become lead. There are monsters in the grass, she's sure of it, and if she stays too long they'll bite her fingers until she bleeds and fertilizes the ground. "I'm sorry I didn't love you the right way," Amalia whispers to the earth, the sky, the man. "I wanted to. You deserve so much light."
She wants to reach out for him, but her arms have become lead. There are monsters in the grass, she's sure of it, and if she stays too long they'll bite her fingers until she bleeds and fertilizes the ground. "I'm sorry I didn't love you the right way," Amalia whispers to the earth, the sky, the man. "I wanted to. You deserve so much light."
