you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Oh, no.
Amalia glares up at the men who dare intrude upon her safety, smelling of smoke and sea. The first one to speak her name is easy to recognize, his towering stature reminding her of a beanstalk from a story her grandmother once told. The second one is smaller, but not by much, and the vitriol with which he names her is echoed in her expression. Leopard ears flatten on her head, teeth bared in a predatory snarl, a pissing contest of my fangs are bigger than yours.
"Go away," she means to shout, but it comes out as a mangled whisper, caught on the raw edges of her throat. "You are demons. Let me have the sun."
Amalia glares up at the men who dare intrude upon her safety, smelling of smoke and sea. The first one to speak her name is easy to recognize, his towering stature reminding her of a beanstalk from a story her grandmother once told. The second one is smaller, but not by much, and the vitriol with which he names her is echoed in her expression. Leopard ears flatten on her head, teeth bared in a predatory snarl, a pissing contest of my fangs are bigger than yours.
"Go away," she means to shout, but it comes out as a mangled whisper, caught on the raw edges of her throat. "You are demons. Let me have the sun."
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
