Amalia
the shield of safrin
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
It's been a difficult few weeks for Amalia, and she'd be a liar to say she isn't more volatile than usual. But it's cruel to let herself fall apart in the moment when he's so elated, and so the girl rallies as best she can, heart still pounding and cheeks still flushed and eyes still studiously not on his body.
Difficult when he's still half-naked, flush with starlight and dripping wet.
The offer is achingly, terribly tempting, a selfish part of Amalia clinging to it like a line. "I wouldn't want... I know you two want to spend time together," she answers, running her hand over her arm, a smile curling at her lips. "I don't want to get in the way." Still she makes no attempt to exit, rooted anxiously to the floor.
Difficult when he's still half-naked, flush with starlight and dripping wet.
The offer is achingly, terribly tempting, a selfish part of Amalia clinging to it like a line. "I wouldn't want... I know you two want to spend time together," she answers, running her hand over her arm, a smile curling at her lips. "I don't want to get in the way." Still she makes no attempt to exit, rooted anxiously to the floor.
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
