& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Amalia doesn't anticipate the arms around her waist, or the (now very) familiar scent of Ronin to fill her senses. She tenses for a moment then suddenly relaxes, her body softening in his arms as she sighs and closes her eyes. "I've been told that before," the baker admits with a light chuckle, reaching up to press a hand gently against his. Whatever it is that the three of them are doing, it seems to be working for now. Maybe Amalia should take a lesson and simply let it be.
Almost reluctantly the girl presses her way out from Ronin's arms, turning back to look at Remi and make sure he's okay with this (not that he hasn't made it abundantly clear that he is). Clearing her throat, Amalia steps around the Star to approach the Lullaby, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek in lieu of saying more.
Then she turns abruptly, walking further into the darkness. "We really should look around, though. Some of us came here to do important things. Like save lives."
Almost reluctantly the girl presses her way out from Ronin's arms, turning back to look at Remi and make sure he's okay with this (not that he hasn't made it abundantly clear that he is). Clearing her throat, Amalia steps around the Star to approach the Lullaby, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek in lieu of saying more.
Then she turns abruptly, walking further into the darkness. "We really should look around, though. Some of us came here to do important things. Like save lives."
you've been holding on a long time
